I feel sick.

Chocolate.
Sausage rolls.
Homemade, brandy soaked Tiramisu.
More chocolate.
Simnel Cake.
Potato Salad.
Chicken.
Bread and real butter.


My stomach hates me.



I'm going to do some serious ass-kissing right now. I really do feel like I want to shout from the rooftops, but since it's nearly half 11 at night and I'm looking horrible and in my PJs; it's cold; the TV is far too interesting to take my eyes off of to try and clamber onto any nearby roofs and a blog is the way to do these things in the 21st Century, about how much I really love my boyfriend.
Today is Easter Sunday. My family had a little get-together with a nice spread of buffet food for lunch. My boyfriend came and bought everyone easter goodies because he wanted to. Now, in the grand scheme of things, it's not a massive deal but when you're unemployed and therefore skint and always busy studying to get into University, these things your other half does adds up. He's taken me on holiday, he's always buying me things that I never ask for, he lets me stay over in his little bed, he drives us everywhere, he doesn't mind when I wake up at a ridiculous hour of the morning, he makes me hot chocolate even though he doesn't like it, he forgives me when I'm mean, he isn't scared off by my future planning... and this is just the beginning.
I love him so much.
I want to spend my life with him. I really do.

I'm completely infatuated with my Mister.
Forever,

I just really hope he knows this and never, ever doubts it.