Next weekend, my boyfriend and I will move to a beach house on a hill on Sydney’s northern beaches. From the lounge, kitchen and bedroom we will have views over the park, past the trees and out to the Pacific.
One single kiss and now Kristen Stewart is branded a cheat, her reputation tarnished forever. I know how she feels. It all started with a kiss for me as well …
Four months and one day after I met Duckfish we moved in together. It wasn’t my idea. In fact, I was fiercely defending my decision to stay in the tiny one bedroom flat that was all my own.
I have never been pregnant, never had morning sickness, never breastfed and never held my own baby. There is no one on this earth who has my genetic legacy.
Part of me realises that being in love means that my heart will get broken one day. We’ll either break up or one of us will die leaving the other behind. It’s a pain waiting for me somewhere off in the future.
I never knew a love like this was possible. Complete, utter, total drowning in a feeling of warm, liquid comfort. Feeling encircled by a soft blanket, a warm pool, a perfect bed.
When you love someone you want them to stay safe, you want them in your life for a long time, and you don’t want to imagine a world without them in it.