7pm, chicken and chips, in front of the television. I'm feeling ill and you're very achy, your shoulders been playing up worse than normal today. Still, we are going to watch a film together. Not a romantic film, I never was into those either. Full Metal Jacket. It was quite gorey actually, Dad phoned towards the end and I had to leave the room so he didn't hear the bombs going off in the background - "What you watching Stef?" "Oh nothing dad. Karl's just in the shower." I don't quite know why you were showering through a film, I know how much you love rewatching films you love, I am the same.
Just wonderful to sit with you though. You cook for us and we laugh together, like nothing at WEC had happened, that nothing in life was more important than you and I [and trust me, it wasn't and it never will be]. It was great to just feel your arms wrapped around me every once and awhile, asking me if I wanted a top up of my coke, "Are you scared?" Of course I wasn't, but I got your manly arms around me, so I'd play pretend easily.
You were my world that night and that was one of many, darling. It makes me sad that tonight isn't one of those nights. I'd give up college to be with you now and that's true, though I shouldn't have to. I love being with you, you are my love more than you'll ever know. Just like that night you'll always be my hero.
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