Five

I want to remember all of this;

The smell of her perfume, cream walls and crisp bed linen, a tidal-wave of clothes and glittering fabrics, twisting lace and sheer cotton. Everything has a tint to it, like her loveliness has imprinted on everything. Flushed cheeks and dark eyes. Oh to be you, just for a second, to see how it must feel to live and breath in the skin of something wonderful.

Covered in mud I love Her. Another one. How lucky am I. Her room smells different, it's her smell of hard work and angel's, lenses look at me, and I wonder what they capture and hold. She makes no noise when she sleeps, just a gentle breath and I love that, in and out, soft and steady. We can hold hands in the cinema and I don't care who looks, please don't cry. I'm right here for you. Force feeding you literature and nodding to your music. I can't tell Her who to love, apart from me. Always love me.

You are both the perfect fashion accessory. You, and her and me.

Till next time.