melancholia

i know, i know, no pressures. que sera, relax, whatever.

you've got to go and do your thing, and heaven knows i've got to do mine.

and there's no need to do all these grand gestures on public sites when it could so easily be whispered over a couple of cups of tea and a scone.

but.

for all my faults, and preoccupation with romanticism,
(and so you have it in text)
my world is infinitely better with you in it,
and i cannot be thankful enough to see you by my side.

thank you