Who Am I? I no longer know what I am. Who I am. Who I want to be. No school now, my #life. All to play for. Yet even home doesn't feel like home anymore, my heart is elsewhere; so are you. I'm only content when I'm with you, and even this is a feat. There you go again, months away. Leaving me empty handed, no where to go and no where to be. No one to be. Who am I?

Drop Of Heaven. You greet me with a grin, I'm taken by surprise; 'hey you...' in your sweet gentle prose. We walk together, bodies touching, close as can be, with my hand in yours, so happily. Then without warning it starts to rain. From 0 to 200 in 0.4 seconds, no chance to hide or find shelter. So what do we do? Water penetrating our clothes, my dress clinging to my frame, my hair impossibly wetter than after a swim underwater. Your jeans shiny with damp, our outstretched hand holding warm and sensuous as the cold rain pelts us from all angles. The sky erupts with a flash of lightening and your feet pound the streets quicker, more determined to reach a warm shelter, your haven. My pace quickens to match yours, our fingers still entwined. Your pulse accelerates as your breaths deepen, this exhilarating run is our secret exultation of #life. A celebration of being alive, of being in this very moment, where nothing else really matters. Such a simple moment, yet one I'll never forget. That's just how #life goes, the simplest and free moments are the most beautiful.

I Write... I write to capture moments forever. Capture you forever, in moments I could never forget, but may not otherwise remember so vividly in all of their colours. I write so I can look back and smile at our love, and fall in love with you all over again.

Hushed Tones, Low Light. Feeling sleepy, a little confused, and worried I curl up on your sofa. Seconds later you're by my side, a warm and comfortable haven to wash away all of my worry. As I tuck my legs over yours, I pull up to rest my head on your shoulder, and find myself in the sweetest most reassuring embrace. We talk in hushed tones in the low light, your very soul emanating from your person towards me. Filling me with happiness, restoring my own soul. As we sprawl there for an unmeasurable time, I never want this to end. You vary conversation from my #life to your home country, have the cutest rant about insignificant #life problems, and beam when you see my lips curl, a little parade of success as you succeed in your only pressing goal of the day, for me to be happy. It's moments like this, when not only am I reminded how perfect you are for me, but my love for you inexplicably grows, past these ever extending boundaries I can never see. I never thought it was possible to love one more than I love you.

Dandelions It's beautiful how the deepest of memories can be stored, linked, cemented to objects, things, places. Take the childhood, familiar dandelion. Each glimpse from that point on, reminds me of you and our little games. Your favourite ever walk home you said, as we held hands in a race to reach the heads first. You laughing, as our Converse are kicked towards the inviting seeds. Laughing at the pure childishness yet enjoying every minute of it, as I felt your body graze mine as you dart forwards, never letting go of my hand in yours. It had never been so hard to say goodbye that night. Perhaps I am just too much in love, perhaps this silly insignificant happening will appear stupid to you, but it's moments like these which remind you how simple #life can be, and make you happy to be alive. With the one you love.