My client meeting overran, my computer played up, and I had to dash back to my desk to get my gift. I hope Edward likes it. It’s a watch I know he’s been craving; I see him pause and look at it every time we walk past the shop. Buying it almost wiped out my meagre savings, but it will be worth it to see his expression when I give it to him. Of course, as tradition dictates, I’ve also knitted him a hideous pair of socks, in neon green. This time, though, I won’t demand that he wear them. He’s done more than enough to prove his love, just by being him. As I hurry down the walkway towards our bench, I can’t believe it’s been a year already, and that we’ve been living together almost half that time. The days have gone by, from one to the next, with no arguments or angst. It’s an easy, natural flow that makes me think that, at this moment, we truly belong together. Okay, so he could tidy up those bloody toast crumbs each morning, and possibly be more adventurous in bed (I’m working on that!).
