Okay. So maybe it’s just me, I don’t know, but this has been something I’ve wished for since….well, forever. And when I met my boyfriend, and figured out how much of a romantic he is (he’s about 50/50), I was like, OMGHSHFHFJGGIGPSPAJRBFB!!! Well, we’re still together, after 1 year and almost 8 months. And we never cuddled under the stars…until just the other night.

And it was weird (in a good way). It was a bit unexpected. His friends were over, and when they left, we were outside, and we cuddled… just on the grass. With all of the icky bugs and such. But I didn’t care. It was cozy, being all curled up with him. And we saw a shooting star…

I know. Perfect, right? Well, besides the bugs trying to tackle my face every now and then. But that’s how things go for us. Our first kiss? It started to rain. First time we had icecream together? Favorite Beatles song played. Our first “I love you”? Totally by accident. We could be cranky and sassy with each other sometimes, but then these little things happen and it’s like, how the heck was I mad at you? I dunno. It’s weird.

Oh, and we’re decorating OUR room… yeah. Kinda big there. It needs a LOT of work but… I’m the unofficial interior designer and I think it’s gonna look awesome. He agrees too. :3 

It’s just so weird… I’m so scared of it being the “last” summer, I just want to do everything… but, at least cuddling under the stars is off my bucket list :3