Sometimes after having a really terrible day, all it takes to make you smile is knowing you've got the most amazing boyfriend ever. It's the little things He does that makes me adore Him the most. Like coming home to His surprise face on my computer screen, the painted walls, moleskine scans, His handwritten notes, post-it-note-love, and typewritten-letters. I'm not getting mushy-wushy on here, because really no-one wants to read/hear about other peoples gushy stuff ( best explained by, I believe it to have been Aaron, 'no-one wants to hear about good sex, we want to hear about the real horror stories'), but, fuck i'm lucky.
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