Going and going

We’re good at dates. I loved walking with you today, in the rain. Grey skies feel like a warm blanket to me, born and raised in this damp grey city; when it rains all day I feel cosy and sleepy and safe. I like holding your hand and looking up at you past the drips on my hood, squinting into the wind.

Now we’re curled up on your couches under the electric blanket. I’m so lucky to have you.