Three months

Just lke all the others, he's a little bt different. A different perspective, a different lifestyle, a different glint in those eyes.
And yet at the same time,things are the same, or better. No. Definitley better :) and I wonder if I've scored something truly worthwhile here. So I put a challenge to myself:
three months. Twelve weeks. And see if you can wrestle down the cold feet, coz something tells me this ones .... Well... something unique alltogether.

All my trust, and concern, and smiles, in this time....




He's the reason I'm so smiley all the time, and it's scary, but I'm not scared of the end, not in the slightest.
And, handcuffs or not, that makes all the difference.