This week marks mine and nicks one year anniversary. 365 days of having my best friend by my side for every smile, every laugh, every kiss, every joke every time I’ve burst into tears because I haven’t slept for days, every Sunday morning I’ve stumbled around looking for work clothes, every obituary. I can’t remember the date nether can he but I think people care about the dates because they don’t have anything else to cling onto. We have days wandering about in the sun, cold, rain, pulp fiction. We have late night phone calls that last for hours talking about the same things that always make us laugh. We have searching for hotels online then realising we’re looking at the same one. We have all the hours spent together just as friends. We have our first kiss. We have hours spent on a bus enjoying all our other first kisses. We have all the train and bus journeys. We have the people we equally dislike and the realisation that we dislike most people. We have stupid names that he hates and the one he likes. We have the “does this look good?” conversations along with the “you look beautiful” conversations; we have the “have you heard this?” conversations, followed by the “I like this” conversations. We have let’s not do presents and just watch a DVD and cuddle events. We have everything together, so fuck dates and remembering when things happened because it’s not when it’s what, and why and that it was together.

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