to my darling henry, for if you did not exist, how could i ever scream london boy and love it just that little bit extra?
july
i always wanted to be able to believe in love at first sight, and i was losing hope.
until you
came along
with your charmingly devilish smile and sky blue eyes.
i was very ready to shake it off with you.
there you were
at the door
and it felt like
everything became clear for a second
i know i have no concept of time, but i'm pretty sure the clock froze for a solid 10 seconds...
august
blasting august in your car,
the month i officially became yours and you, mine,
the passenger playlist,
your hand on my thigh, my hand wrapped around your arm.
inseparable.
september
our first trip!
a road trip.
quite successful if i say so myself.
then dorm room tears came,
my first time rebelling against school,
hibernating in denial,
but i had a firefly that reminded me of love and light.
my support during the blue-light-on-random-thing-on-my-dorm-ceiling times of my life.
my refuge.
october
us rocking an all pink look for an amazing birthday party.
then kim possible and ron stoppable went to an interesting halloween party.
sandwiched in between those two events,
studying in cafes,
moving to and painting your new place,
and our absolute masterpiece of gouache and an acrylic paint and sharpie combo.
november
a late night at granville island,
the christmas lightbulbs looking like they have little hearts in them,
shaw)go bikes and the seawall.
the aquarium! (thank you british columbia for your scholarship money)
cigars.
my dad's grey vest.
winter camping with one drink too many
result: a scar we STILL don't know how you got
my dad's grey vest stained.
snowy days and christmas tunes already blasting,
crashing a random office party (smoking outside of the venue)
the lit up trees on 4th ave, your pink pants, and black turtleneck.
december
lover vibes.
pictures at the old payphone at yours.
snow!
charcuterie.
a haircut from a barber who never wants to cut my hair again (valid).
an amazing joint holder, a solid christmas party, vandusen on the best night possible,
and a secret trip.
january
started off the year in the best possible way.
kissing you.
bloedel conservatory.
my princess puffer.
a little ritual at wreck in the candlelight.
you finding rufus (yay!).
february
no lighters at the beach being the fucking bane of my existience.
my first valentine's day with you.
pink photobooth at robson market.
jaggerbombs and uncle fatih's.
a little art gallery disco and avro.
walking from 4th all the way over to the burrard bridge because of bus breakdowns.
late night snowball fights and smokes.
march
drunk at a frat with an offtune lead singer being very lead singery.
trying out some new glasses.
miserable days being somehow not so miserable when you're around.
april
our carnival day.
late night bubble blowing.
new glasses and new passenger princess blanket!
wide spreading at the skate park, adopting magela, miloh in a cone.
moving me out.
mini golf with your around me.
south africa prep while you're in kelowna
exams and 4/20 in the mix of april.
may
a new haircut for me and turning nineteen.
drinking a little too much at cactus...
south africa.
so far away, but near and dear to my heart.
unexpected bumps on the trip.
you being the best and strongest ever.
june
finally getting the hug i needed all month at the airport.
a month of rebuilding.
building our lego car, sushi dates, exploring the dollar store.
getting to play with your slingshot!
italian day and all pink matching monochrome outfits pt. 2. <3
me throwing up at the beach.
and all night after that...
getting the prettiest mug and teacup sets for the prettiest of prices.
july
swimming in the ocean with you,
knowing why no one every goes to that nook at jericho now,
your roman robe towel,
and pool on andrew's birthday.
hanging on a tree at stanley park,
me making you a wildlflower bouquet,
furniture,
trout lake.
summer mode.
cornwall and couch cuddles.
frozen pizza and brut rose.
egg chair and fireworks.
yes, i wrote this in july.
i cannot wait for what august holds, because every month with you is another month of loving you more and more.
i love you henry n.c. munns.
p.s. it's august now and life is so lovely with you henry.
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