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After running around, frantically packing things at mine and things at Vee's (I have realised I can fold things rather nicely in the contintental fashion, we settled to eat pasta and then ice cream infont of a horror flick that had one of the highest ratings of 'jumpy' moments ever. well, at least for me. We had to watch some boosh to get over it (or rather Vee had to, I was fine! ha ;). I got ready for bed and kept falling in and out of sleep while Vee got his washing out of the machine and hung it up, then had a shower. It was so nice and warm in his house and this was the first time we'd been able to sleep with no clothes on for what feels like an ice age. It is a shame we had to wake up at 7am. A naked lie in would have been perfect. Instead we walked to the train station becuase buses on a sunday morning are gay in Brighton. I managed to direct him forth and he made his flight on time so it was all good... except I've only heard from him once since he touched down on French soil.
Merry Christmas to me. One month without Witek seemed do-able when I was in Brighton, in his arms, in bed, snuggled up to him, warm and safe and happy. Now one month feels like it has the potential to drag like a mother fucker. Sigh. Be positive... that's the key.
Whatever.
Merry Christmas to me. One month without Witek seemed do-able when I was in Brighton, in his arms, in bed, snuggled up to him, warm and safe and happy. Now one month feels like it has the potential to drag like a mother fucker. Sigh. Be positive... that's the key.
Whatever.