Meet a boy.
The right boy.
Even if you sometimes think he's the wrong boy.
Cut the poor fellow some slack, he always comes up with a reason for why he didn't put you first. And let's face it, you're not that special anyway, there's always going to be something more important. Get over it.
Because when it's good it's incredible. And when it's bad, it's really not so bad at all. In fact, it's pretty great.
Now I'm not one for all this mushy drama and can quite honestly say I've never felt warm or fuzzy before. And I still don't... but it's just nice to have someone that you can have a laugh with and who'll give you a cuddle when you feel like you're life's pouring away down the drain. And it's nice to fall asleep in someone's arms and to know that he'll still be there in the morning. It's nice to be able to take the piss out of someone without them getting offended. It's nice to get lifts everywhere. It's nice to have all your drinks bought for you when you're out. It's more than nice to have good fucking sex!
It sucks that you're not here. It sucks that trains, petrol, coaches, fuck it, planes are so expensive. It sucks that I don't get to see you for months. It sucks that spending so long away from you makes me doubt if this is going to work at all.
Meet a boy, the right boy if you can. And then don't move 227.3 miles across the country.
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