Today R bought me flowers. Randomly and beautifully. From Tesco, and with Top Trump cards for the boy, but with much love and amazingness. He is like that. Like the flowers he is brilliant in his colours and design, tall, strong and proud, and yet still needs caring for in a way that it would seem only I can. How amazing is that?
At the weekend it was commented on by V that we clearly hadn't let the romance go. It was thought we couldn't have been together that long to be the way we were with each other. But we have been over 3 years now, and it is stronger than ever, and will get stronger, I know it.
It's the random things. Like flowers.
He's amazing.
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