i quickly turned to we.
'we didnt like the film' 'we had a lovely dinner' 'we are not sure what were doing this weekend, we will have to get back to you'
when one is sad, the other is sad. when one is happy the other is happy.
our hands twist round each others, fingers intertwined and lips locked for what seems like forever now.
i has turned to we.
love is blossoming and the milk in the fridge isnt getting sour... its longlife..
we are happy. twisted together in sheets and the heat is becoming bearable. its nice having a someone.