(via how-fascinating)

In the last few weeks Alistair has given me so much loving; brought me flowers and given me money for lunch and organised things for my birthday and cuddled me. It’s just one of those weeks that takes all the mid-term bleghness away and reminds me a have someone who loves me very much. 

I have the nicest boyfriend, greatest partner. I don’t know what I’d be if I weren’t part of our own little team, I love him too much. It’s the nicest thing worrying with no reason and loving endlessly and always knowing things will be lovely and fine. He’s my rock and he knows it and I couldn’t imagine life without him. He’s my doctor but without the alienness and the regeneration and having to leave me and stuff. He just makes me happy and safe and loved and argh wonderful wonderful Alistair. 

This has been my outpouring of love for Alistair because I have been cranky all week and now he’s tired and irritable and I just appreciate him and his tolerance and love so much. He’s the sweetest and even when we’re cranky we’re cranky together. Officially seventeen months him and I have been together tomorrow and I want to give him the biggest hug and kiss already to make up for my week of madness. Too much love tonight for my little heart to handle!