Autumn is coming, it may in fact already be here, hiding slightly behind that corner of the suns last gasp at sunshine. But I am not complaining, oh no no, autumn means hotchocolate-ridingboots-leggings-handknittedjumpers-frostybreath-quietnights-cuddlesunderthefluffet-beautifulcolours-crunchyleaves-jumpinginpuddles-soups-longwalks.
The time when me and him are moving in together is creeping ever closer and bringing with it promises of morning kisses and night time sweet dreams. We will be so content, we just have to hold on through the distance until then, hold onto each other tight.
We must find the perfect place, on the smallest budget possible. I want a tiny cottage, but I know it's probably out of the question, a student and an admin queen can't quite stretch to that sort of thing, no matter how many cabbage roses grow around the door, and how windy the garden path is.
In two weeks I go on an adventure, adventure, adventure. They are one of my favouritest things to do in the world. I am going on a magic bus for hours and hours and hours and hours and hours to meet the boys family for the first time ever, I am nervous, so terribly nervous, what if they think I am not right?
What if they don't think I am the princess for him?
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