Light a candle, blow the world awayLochlan and I managed to fit in another brief milestone celebration in between meetings and barfing. Three years (sorta) married!
Table for two on a TV tray
It ain't fancy, baby that's OK
Our time, our way
We're never going to catch a break, that's for certain but we caught low tide, taking a bottle of cheap pink champagne back down to the beach to crack open, as is tradition in our verse. Forget glasses, we passed the bottle a couple of five times and then I was almost sick again. Ben missed it completely though he promised to make it up to us later. Loch kissed my fingers, held tight in his hand and lamented the fact that this probably wasn't the best week in the world but it was an attempt to find some good in so much bad and I will forever love him for that, if I didn't love him for everything else already.