Ecstasy.

For the first time ever, i really dont care if we have sun or not this year. So far, its been miserable, and i honestly dont mind. I don't care if im tanned and can mess about on a beach, or if i go for a walk in a scarf and winter coat and kiss in the rain. Summer isn't about the sun and the ice cream; its about making it six weeks of pure ecstasy.

I'm not the type of person who enjoys a holiday. I'd prefer to spend my break with friends rather than family, or with a boyfriend; if i'm lucky enough. And this year, i am. But i am the kind of person who neglects my friends slightly whilst in a relationship. Sorry. I don't mean to. And how cliché is it, to say that i have taken a ride on this crazy rollercoaster ride they call love. Yes, it is cliché, but its so true. Im trapped in a cart with just one other person, having the time of my life, going round and round and round and round and . . .

I can't get off until its finished, and i don't want it to end either. Not ever.

My summer ecstasy, is my walks on the beach, my kisses in the rain, my warm evening barbeques, my lazy cuddled up mornings, my evenings spent stargazing, my afternoons watching raindrops racing down the windows, my making time for friends, my spending time how I want.

My being in love. My making it beautiful. My perfect ecstasy.

I dont blog. I write.
Just, Me.