3am and I still can’t sleep.
He’s at home and I’m over seas. Doing my job and earning money. By the time I’m back, he’ll be gone. The continuance cycle of here and there. Home and gone.
But I know with the ring on my finger that it’ll all be okay. Because even though there is a million miles between us, we’re always going to be together soon.
I spot the book that Brad gave me just before I started tour, full of pictures, a photo album of all our memories.
Being famous is part of the perks, free pictures to stick in there I guess.
The first ever one is me and him, mindlessly talking on a bench in the middle of busy London. Cancelling out the world, his arm is around behind me and our hips are almost touching.
The next is our first kiss, which granted was on the same day, but there were paparazzi everywhere so where ever we went there so there was no reason for not having a picture of it. His arms wrap tightly inside my coat as mine hold his cheeks. He smiled, almost ruining it.
The rest of the pictures were mainly of us quite drunk.
House parties, celebrity parties we were invited to, just us two taking selfies when he’d come around with a bottle of the substance.
My favourite has to be the one were we are both in the bath, him lying down at the bottom his arms wrapped around my shoulders and my head resting on his.
Wait scratch that. It’s one, we are in a club and we are pissed off our faces, we are both in straddles, our feet touching and we are trying to reach each other’s hands giggling. Which is followed by a sequence of picture of the events that occurred after that. I crawled forward and sat on his lap, just cuddling him and laying a few kisses on his lips. Which is quite funny to look at, two drunk teens on the floor just cuddling.
No! It has to be the day that we went to Disneyland in Paris because we were touring together and had a day off. We didn’t realise that we were being photographed so we acted really normally. He ran up behind me and placed a pair of Minnie mouse ears on my head. I turn around see that he had a pair of mickey mouse ears on his head. I laugh and give him a quick kiss, he pulls out all leans his forehead against mine. Quietly whispering ‘I love you’
I don’t know. I don’t think I can chose, there are so many good memories and pictures to chose from.
I can’t chose and I won’t chose.
Why chose a favourite when there are more to come?