“If you live to be 100, I hope I live to be 100 minus 1 day, so I never have to live without you.”
The real Christopher Robin and Pooh Bear!
“I will never say you look nice or compliment you” - carelessness, the most hurtful remark a person can make…let alone a boyfriend. I walked away and he didn’t follow.
I just want a cuddle yet they’ve never felt so impossible…
Realisations
When you just want someone to say they’re sorry, or rock up unannounced wanting to give you a cuddle, or call you in the middle of the night explaining they finally see it from your perspective…nothing sucks more than knowing that they never, ever will.
They’ll sleep soundly, and you’re left wide awake, puffy-eyed, still wishing…
Some realisations sting.
Times like these
I wish I could just shop and giggle and eat cake and wear twirly skirts and do lunch and bake cookies and look at photos and travel and sponsor hundreds of children and be surprised by flowers and dance like Michael Jackson and speak French and hug my mummy and not over think and be in five places at once. In times like this, sometimes I just want to do it all…
Leave the cheese at home…
Sooo, Valentine’s Day is coming up and it’s awkward. I find it super hard to understand how anyone could be legit and take this day seriously with all the cringe fluffy gifts, samey same ‘I love you’ cards and enough crimson plastered in every corner to make even a heart surgeon throw up their ham and cheese sandwich.
I get it, some chicks and dudes love the mush - the sickly sweet cringe set dinners, the bunches of red roses, the stuffed teddies, the boxes of chocolates - but in my book, ‘The Key to Suz’, creativity unlocks that door. Deviate and you’ll get ample snaps.
Firstly, the chance to show you care about someone shouldn’t be locked into a 24 hour period…send flowers because you feel like it, get up and dance because your feet are tapping and you need to groove, light candles and be cute because there are matches is the draw.
Secondly, do it different - the cliche stuff may work for some, I get it, kids, but I’d much rather a living room picnic of pizza and a couple of bottles of wine, versus a fancy, set, sugar-crusted lovers-dinner any day. The teddies should stop when you hit puberty, diamonds however are allowed at any age ;)
Do Fred the heart surgeon a favour and limit the crimson this year!
