when your blog has been neglected.
Got promoted, enjoying work the new flat and general life.
wait for him to see his anniversary present, I would tell you what it is but shhh it’s a secret and we cannot ruin the surprise ;)
there’s a 6ft2 missing piece in my life atm, and I would very much love it back..
Thank-you to my better half, for an amazing year.
You have made me feel me again, made me smile when it felt impossible, and helped me turn my life around.
I Love You
Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime
Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause you and I, we were born to die
Lost but now I am found
I can see but once I was blind
I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get
Scared that I couldn’t find
All the answers, honey
my attempt at romance will surface (probably unsuccessfully) this week, for our one year anniversary.
Submarine reminded me how reckless and messy the beginning of love is. The heady daze, drunk with excitement and fear. Nervous and clumsy, but yet so pretty and unique. All the special moments, so many you could even start to describe them. How days go so quickly and you long that they would drag a little longer than just 24 measly hours. When cinema dates feel like you are the only people in the room, and the film was played just for you both. Enjoying a hidden kiss, or sneakily holding hands in one’s jacket pocket. Walking the long way round because you don’t want to say goodbye. The thrill with every text, and childish counting of ‘x’s. Staying up all night and not missing the lost sleep. The butterflies in your tummy when he knocks on the door, five minutes early, or when he catches you watching him sleep. How much you cannot wait for him to tell you he wants more, but the sheer fear of disappointing him. Never wanting to be without him, and missing him more and more every night your apart.
When forever meant forever, and love wasn’t just a noun.
what happened to classic romance?
I miss him like stupid. And it is stupid because I saw him only a day ago.