S/he took pictures of me with this cherry – some are safe to post.

S/he makes me wax poetic… my heart feels all full to bursting with the joy of it. So far we’ve managed to see each other once a week… and I try and squeeze every last second out of time together – until I can’t keep my eyes open, until the clock runs out and and we hit reset.

One of the things I love about these pictures is you can see the mess our lipstick made.