Dear Diary,
Last night fletch took me to dinner for our 2 year anniversary.
We started off with cocktails and bread with various dips.
Id already had a few wines at home and I don't quite know how it started, but we got onto the topic of our living arrangements and how id been considering moving out for a while, [refer to previous blog] and wondering if it would be a good idea if we lived apart, on account of us being so young, and me not wanting to feel tied down, and me wondering what is next for us? We already live together, so where do we go from there? What is the next level of commitment? He isn't going to ask me to marry him anytime soon.
So I poured my heart out, and all it did was upset him to the point that when our mains came out he could barely eat anything, despite the food being incredibly delicious. I got a vodka penne in a napolitana sauce with artichoke and sun dried tomatoes.
He brought up alot of strong points, especially the fact that if we lived apart we would be at each others places all of the time anyway.
Its not him I want to be away from, exactly the opposite, I want to be with him more, I don't want to waste time cooking dinner every night, or doing anything else, id rather just lay in his arms and talk and kiss.
So I managed to ruin a beautiful dinner, for a stupid debate that in the end of I couldn't even make any sense of what I was trying to say in the first place.
So when he suggested we just go home, I suggested a walk through the botanical gardens, I bought a pack of smokes $13.50 with a $20 note. and got $35 change... I debated outside the store on whether to go back in and give the money back, I am constantly worried about bad karma, but fletch assured me that I had a whole lot of good karma stacked up and that this one thing wouldn't hurt. I shed a few tears. Smoked a cigarette, then we sat on a bench in the gardens and talked. A possum came up and I petted it scratched its back. Then it bit fletch haha. It must only like the ladies.
I made things up to Fletcher by getting a little frisky and risky along the board walk in the mangroves.
He puts up with so many up and down emotions from me, and all he ever is, is supportive. Even when I upset him he is always there for me.
I love you Michael Fletcher.
Last night fletch took me to dinner for our 2 year anniversary.
We started off with cocktails and bread with various dips.
Id already had a few wines at home and I don't quite know how it started, but we got onto the topic of our living arrangements and how id been considering moving out for a while, [refer to previous blog] and wondering if it would be a good idea if we lived apart, on account of us being so young, and me not wanting to feel tied down, and me wondering what is next for us? We already live together, so where do we go from there? What is the next level of commitment? He isn't going to ask me to marry him anytime soon.
So I poured my heart out, and all it did was upset him to the point that when our mains came out he could barely eat anything, despite the food being incredibly delicious. I got a vodka penne in a napolitana sauce with artichoke and sun dried tomatoes.
He brought up alot of strong points, especially the fact that if we lived apart we would be at each others places all of the time anyway.
Its not him I want to be away from, exactly the opposite, I want to be with him more, I don't want to waste time cooking dinner every night, or doing anything else, id rather just lay in his arms and talk and kiss.
So I managed to ruin a beautiful dinner, for a stupid debate that in the end of I couldn't even make any sense of what I was trying to say in the first place.
So when he suggested we just go home, I suggested a walk through the botanical gardens, I bought a pack of smokes $13.50 with a $20 note. and got $35 change... I debated outside the store on whether to go back in and give the money back, I am constantly worried about bad karma, but fletch assured me that I had a whole lot of good karma stacked up and that this one thing wouldn't hurt. I shed a few tears. Smoked a cigarette, then we sat on a bench in the gardens and talked. A possum came up and I petted it scratched its back. Then it bit fletch haha. It must only like the ladies.
I made things up to Fletcher by getting a little frisky and risky along the board walk in the mangroves.
He puts up with so many up and down emotions from me, and all he ever is, is supportive. Even when I upset him he is always there for me.
I love you Michael Fletcher.
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Reading about your love for him I just can say he's a lucky guy!