Friday I’m in love

I feel like I want to record every minute of my time with John because I think he’s going to be a significant person in my life for a long time to come.

We’ve just got back from our romantic weekend away. The whole weekend has just been amazing, non stop laughter. Friday we went for Turkish food at a restaurant by mine then met Laura and Dave for a drink, which went well! Then on Saturday I got picked up, and whisked away to a secret location, which turned out to be a gorgeous family run boutique cottage-hotel just outside Keswick in the Lake District. It’s literally called the cottage in the wood, and is in a place called magic hill! We stayed in a room called tree tops, in the attic, which had a bedroom, and separate bathroom with a lovely big bath. Just amazing that someone would do that for me!

We were lucky with the weather, managed to have a lovely walk around the lake in Keswick, lounged in a coffee shop where John was singing little songs to me and making me laugh. We had strawberries dipped in chocolate, and only had eyes for each other. If I was any other person sat there, I’d have been sickened by how loved up we must have looked! I cannot sit next to that boy and not touch him, not hold his hand, not put my hand on his leg, not stroke his neck or play with his hair. I don’t know what he’s done to me but I’m loving every minute!

We had tea out, then bought some wine and nibbles back to the hotel to chill out with, so we could both drink and not worry about driving. Mid drink, the fire alarm went off! We all had to traipse outside and assemble. Embarrassingly, the hotel has a five star dining room, which we missed out on as it was fully booked, so there were hoardes of people dressed up for dinner, having evacuated mid meal, and John and I in our jeans, shoeless, and a little dishevelled! It could have been worse, we could have been in the bathtub and had to evacuate in our robes (yes the place had robes – squeak! Fancy!!).

As it happens we made good use of the bathtub later on in the evening, loads of bubbles, wine, taps in the middle so we could both lounge, was lovely, and so so relaxing! Then more lounging in the robes, more wine, watching the stones play Glastonbury, chatting about anything and everything, just laughing and enjoying each other.

Today, I woke to a smiley boy and cuddles, and gorgeous breakfast and sunshine over the forest and mountains. He made me promise that we’d never be one of those couples who sits over the table and ignores each other, or leaves mid meal to go looking for a map, leaving the other person sat at the table looking lonely and pissed off.

Long drive home, lunch, coffee, too much hand holding and smiling to be decent. Him carrying my bags to the door and kissing me wantonly on the doorstep. It’s him getting home and texting me to say he doesn’t want the weekend to end and can he come back to mine later to eke out every last minute of this little 48 hours of bliss, that he loves everything about us.

This is what I’ve been holding out for. And now that I’ve met John I’ve realised it’s been so worth the wait. All the horrible relationships I’ve had just make me appreciate this so much more, every time he looks at me…… I can’t remember a time when anyone looked at me the way he looks at me.

Xx