My week now revolves entirely around 3 days. Tuesdays, wednesdays and fridays, it’s a mad dash to get the early bus and pleas for you to stay the night, fully well knowing the answer.
Time goes too slow without you, and too fast when I’m with you. You are perfect, beautiful, funny and everything I want in a person. Nothing else in my world compares to you
Those lazy hours we spend under the duvet together, just being close to you and watching whatever we want are the happiest hours in my week
Roll on the future
Times like this I really wish I could order the words in my head into something actually coherant