A love letter from a memory

Dear Darling,

Today someone asked me where my favourite place in the whole world was. They asked me where I went when I feel sad, or if I wanted to relax? I told them I wasn't sure, but in truth I actually found my perfect place when I met you.

My perfect place rests between your hands; that space between your chest and fingertips where I fit so perfectly. I feel safe with your arms acting as my barricade.

Verses

Eh. I feel I need to do something productive. We move in nine days and I may not have the internet for a while (passes out) don't know how I shall cope but I am sure I just will. Everything is pretty much packed. We have to start cancelling things and sorting other things etc. So in between that I have time to do anything I want. My books are all packed up :'( so I can't read any that are currently on my TBR pile but then I suppose that means I have time to read the ebooks I just purchase (naughty I know).