Many years ago, I was walking past a magazine stand and stopped dead in my tracks... Vanity Fair's cover photo was Armand Assante who, at the time, I was so star-struck in love with. The photo took my breath away. I bought the mag just for it's cover and hung it up over my desk at work.
Lately pictures of Jake have been having the same effect on me. My heart stops ever so briefly and a few make me gasp out loud. I get this giggly, girly ache in my stomach. I want to print out every one and hang them all up so I can look at them all the time. Except I'm 40-something now... too damn old for this teeny bopper stuff.
Aren't I?
Hmm, maybe not.
Cara