love will conquer all
Go and get him, don't go and get him. Have a good cry, stop fucking crying. Go and buy some new shoes, don't you think you've got enough shoes... I've had every bit of advice going these last few days. As you have probably guessed, I ain't all that good at taking advice though, so in the end all I could do was follow my heart.
It took me to Colchester. And jesusfuckingod, If we don't get it right this time, I swear I'm going to give up and buy six cats instead. I'm getting too old for all this fucking bollocks, I really am. But we will get it right. We will.
I know I don't write an awful lot about our relationship's ups and downs... perhaps I should. But at the end of the day, I love that bloody fella. Even if he is a fucking mentalist. And I do want things to work, even if I'm a fucking mentalist as well. And they do say that anything worth having is never easy, in which case our relationship must be sodding priceless.
Why do I keep thinking it's Friday?
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Aw, I could have written this, except it wouldn't have been as good and right and wouldn't have had all the cool Brit swear words.
Yay. :)
Heh. My comment on the last post, which I didn't leave obviously, was "Oh for fuck's sake... Again???!" Make it stick this time and stop pratting about. Your next post seems to indicate you're definitely on the right track. And I'd only dare say this because I've had a similar "Love me, love me, damn it get away from me" attitude for...well, always now I come to think of it. It's ok to be scared shitless but it's not ok to let that keep you from what you want/where you feel you should be.
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