'I love you, y'know' he said in that adorable Aussie accent. 'I love you too, y'know' I said, slightly mocking his accent but he knows I love it. 'No! I mean I love you, I love you. I love you enough to stay with you for the rest of my life.' He says, I shushed him because it's finally getting to the good part of the movie. I snuggle up tighter, hitting the pot of paint while doing so. I can't believe we've finally got our apartment, in London of course. We're still decorating but we're getting there. He kisses me on my forehead, I smile, I know he can feel it. 'Oh, I need the loo, pause it one mo' he says, mid standing up and running down the corridor lines with paint and plaster. So I pause and wait until he gets back, the silence is violent.
