If I told you every time I thought that you were beautiful
I’m pretty sure that very soon one of us would be uncomfortable.
We have separate lives and you certainly don’t need my approval.
But I’ll say this once: You look good and happy. That’s reasonable.
Have I ever told you were beautiful and then it was awkward? Sorry about that. Number 319.
I had had a clever adventy plan, but instead decided to go all NaNoWriMo in November, finally typing out the end yesterday (Saturday 7 December). Time to catch up!