And then I look around...

Coffee. P.G. Wodehouse. The look on her face when I come back home. 'F.R.I.E.N.D.S' - any episode. Walking in the rain. Shopping - in small doses. 'Brown eyed girl'. Photographs. Daydreaming. Random e-mails. 4 page letters. Phone calls from old friends. Phone calls from new friends. Phone calls in general. Sleeping in between my parents. Chocolate cake. Chocolate anything. That first date. Falling in love. Being in love. Making love. Gifts for no reason. Playing with dogs. Beaches. Quilts. Gossip sessions. Romantic comedies. Hot showers. Water faucets. Hugging. Kissing. Old jeans. Getting buzzed. Interesting houses. Cheesy souveneirs. Lying around doing nothing in particular. Uncomplicated relationships. Singing in the shower. Lying next to him. Moonlight. Butterflies. Bubbles. Bathtubs.

Focus on the good stuff, they tell me.

Sun and sand, sea and sky

Seriously, who would not want to go back to this...













And this...













And this...













And this...













If I promise to give up all dreams of being a corporate bitch, then can I live last weekend on repeat please?