But Even In Her Laughter

We Have A Long Way To Go To Being The Perfect Couple, We Certainly Don’t Live The Fairy Tale Marriage, He Doesn’t Shower Me With Rose Petals And Fly Me To Paris On Weekends But When I Get My Hair Cut, He Notices. When I Dress Up To Go Out At Night, He Compliments Me. When I Cry, He Wipes My Tears. When I Feel Lonely, He Makes Me Feel Loved. And Who Needs Paris, When You Can Get A Hug?

It’s Hard For Everyone Isn’t It? Anyone Who Says It’s Easy Is A Liar. There’s This Huge Divide Between Me And Alex Right Now Because I Feel Like We’re Living In Such Different Worlds, I Don’t Know What To Talk About With Him Anymore. And We Used To Be Able To Talk All Night. He Phones Once A Week And I Listen To What He’s Been Up To During The Week And Try To Bite My Tongue Every Time I Go Into Another Katie Story. Truth Is I Have Nothing Other To Talk About But Her And I Know It Bores People. I Think I Used To Be Interesting Once Upon A Time.

To Mention It Was To Ask A Favor And That As You Were Too Generous, And As For Her To Ask Was Always To Have, She Wouldn't

Most Of All She Loved That When She Hugged Him Her Head Would Rest Neatly Just Below His Chin, Where She Could Feel His Breath Lightly Blowing Her Hair And Tickling Her Head.

People Who Say Its A Long Story, Mean It's A Stupid Short One That They Are Too Embarrassed And Couldn't Be Bothered To Tell