Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.
I’ve just cried laughing at the comments on a Jamie Oliver recipe, there was a typo on the website and everyone put 13 lemons into a pasta sauce and didn’t even question it. Imagine eating 13 lemons, the recipe was for 4 people, imagine having that much trust in Jamie Oliver.
I know I love my boyfriend because I’ve always hated sharing a bed, and I’ve always wanted my own space over the company of others, but I never want him to leave. We practically had to pry ourselves from each other this morning so he could leave for work and not be (too) late and that is unlike me. This man, is making my heart do funny things 😍