And so it is.

I love that you love my squidgy tummy, my prickly legs the day after I've shaved them even though they're minging. I love that you don't mind my eating habits, the amount I eat or putting my frozen chips in the oven. I love that you put up with my laziness, my morning breath, my tendency to steal your clothes and my bad taste in music. I love that you give me cuddles before I fall asleep even though you find it really uncomfy.

I just. Yeah. Love you.

Time to dance.

Fuck as drunk?

Believe me, I want to stay.

A tune that reminds me there's more to life than worrying.

A weekend isn't well spent when you're searching for frozen peas 'cause someone's decided to punch your boyfriends lights out.

Fuck. My. Life. That's just a bit too much reality for my liking.

Friends.

I always thought we were like Ross and Rachel. More preferably, JD and Elliot. On again, off again, friends again, not again. But I always thought, like them, it'd work out.

Always though that I'd have to watch you with other people, painfully. That I'd kid myself, pretend I'm happy with someone else. That I'd forever hate you for leaving me but forever take you back at the drop of a hat.

And I did, I hated you. And I loved you.

And I realise now, there's more to life than you. You might stop but my world doesn't. You are not a Jenga block. Everything didn't collapse when you did a runner. Maybe it did a little... But I picked it up.

Stronger without you.

I was stupid to think that you'd be my first and only.

I just want you close, where you can stay forever. You can be sure that it will only get better.