That three month thing

I think I’ve been having a little freak out, but I’ve only just realised. John and I have been together for three and a half months. Half a month longer than the majority of my relationships over the last 4 years.

I think I’ve been waiting for it all to go tits up. I feel like I’ve been a bit irritable, and not quite myself, like I didn’t want to keep giving myself to him just in case. Which is ridiculous, and a sure fire way to create problems in a relationship.

Thankfully the boy loves me, and I’ve got a grip of myself. He makes me laugh til I cry, we’re silly together, but equally I feel like I can tell him everything, and he tells me everything. He’s open and honest and I respect that.

He’s anxious about meeting my friends at the wedding tomorrow, bless him. He doesn’t even have anything to worry about, he’s a genuinely lovely guy, he makes me happy, and for some unknown reason thinks I’m the bees knees!

Excited for this weekend!

Xx