Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson

12.

01.04.15.

Today we had a fight

again, yet it had been a while,

since it was the last day of freedom yesterday and he said we

didn't spend it well enough - disstatisfying him in many ways, if he

had to put it himself.

So, he shut the door and basically locked me

inside our room

while he got dressed in the bathroom to get started with his footie-coach job.

I didn't want to make a fuss, though, because

both, me and he too,

aren't good at making up and I knew

that

he would come home, glancing up at me with a wonderful

smile

reaching all the way to his eyes to gather

in the evening.

Greetings,

H.T.