Perfection. We are curled in my bed on the night before I graduate from university. He drove for two hours after work to surprise me on my last night in Exeter, as I said goodbye to all of my best friends. He brought me flowers.
My words of love spilt out first, and his came straight back to me. This is how to do it.
Jul 25, 2008, 03:25AM PDT | 0 comments
I’m doing this all the time. It’s been nearly 3 years since I started playing again, but I have no idea what standard I’m at. Maybe I’ll get lessons again once I find a job and start earning.
Apr 06, 2008, 03:58AM PDT | 2 cheers | 0 comments
I’ve finally started doing this. Late at night, I hop into bed and wax lyrical across ivory-coloured pages in blue pen, my handwriting looping and uneven. It looks different every time I write, but it’s mine and it’s true so I suppose I’m doing one of my Things for real now.
Apr 06, 2008, 03:56AM PDT | 0 comments