the little things.
every night when we come home, i put on whatever dvd i pick up first- pop it in, and head to the bathroom to brush my teeth( dont want him to taste the cigarette on my breath.)
we either watch the movie, or we dont really.
we decide its late, and he still has to be awake to drive home, so i walk him up my stairs to say bye.
he puts his shoes on on my side porch, we kiss and hug more than once, and say goodnight with a lingering hand hold.
i head back inside, grab a smoke- need that bedtime smoke.
back to the washroom, brush my teeth for the second time in a couple of hours, wash my face and face plant my bed.
once i cuddle in, i always realise he made my bed while i was getting the cigarette taste out of my mouth.
its a little reminder of him while i try to fall asleep- he cant be there but i can feel where he tucked the sheets under the matress holding me in tight.
who would have thought i could fall in love....?
we either watch the movie, or we dont really.
we decide its late, and he still has to be awake to drive home, so i walk him up my stairs to say bye.
he puts his shoes on on my side porch, we kiss and hug more than once, and say goodnight with a lingering hand hold.
i head back inside, grab a smoke- need that bedtime smoke.
back to the washroom, brush my teeth for the second time in a couple of hours, wash my face and face plant my bed.
once i cuddle in, i always realise he made my bed while i was getting the cigarette taste out of my mouth.
its a little reminder of him while i try to fall asleep- he cant be there but i can feel where he tucked the sheets under the matress holding me in tight.
who would have thought i could fall in love....?