It’s really fucking nice to just lay in bed all day with my boyfriend, and like, cuddle by the fireplace and push each other into the snow and explore and tell each other scary stories even though we both suck at it. And like, he makes really great pancakes, just saying. That’s the deciding factor right there when it comes to whether or not I want to be with him for the rest of my life. And you know, I honestly do. I want him in my life for a really long time, if not forever, and I promised myself I wouldn’t fall this hard again, except, this feels really real and I just like him, no, wait, I just love him, a whole lot.
Tonight’s our last night here and then I’m going to let Cedrik drive home, because he’s actually really fucking adorable behind the wheel. I’m going to make tonight count, though. For real.

Sex is a lot better when you’re in love and my boyfriend is perfect.