It’s The Little Things

It’s the little things that make me love you even more.

Walking into the kitchen to ask me a question before going to bed. Turning your head, you look across the courtyard to the family having a late night dinner on their terrace. Stopping mid-sentence you drop to the floor, muttering ‘oh shit’ as you crab walk back into the bedroom, where you’d left every stitch of clothing you’d had on today.

Curtains seem like a good idea now, don’t they?


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