Swing Seat
Just got a text to say how he’s fixed up the swing seat for us this Summer.
It was the first place we held hands together. We were sitting on it and being all cliché and looking at the stars and he had his arm around me. Then I felt his hand brush against mine and I just took his hand. It was very sweet.
Then the moment was ruined by someone coming out beside us and throwing up.
Ah, young love.
