30 day challenge – day 11&12

Day 11 is easy- I’m in a relationship that is great and can’t comment on single life as I’m not living that.

Day 12-
‘Things I want to say to my ex’

I don’t know whether anyone I’m very close to knows my ‘ex’ although he wasn’t really an ex, just someone I cared about very much and maybe even loved.. At the time.

There’s a lot I want to say to you, if I tried really hard I think I could write pages.
I thought about writing the story we share into a book, but i just got angry every time I tried.
I tried to give your character a reason for doing what you did, but none of them ever made me feel any better. I really tried to forgive you, but I don’t think I ever will.
There’s probably things you deserve to know. Intact there is.
But you’re not going to know them, because I’ll never know the things I deserve to know from you.
As much as I want to write and write about you and what I have to say to you.

You don’t deserve to know what or how I think of you and you never will again.


30 day challenge – day 6

I’m a bit behind on posting, I’ve spent the week at goostrey primary doing some voluntary work experience, I loved it so much!
However, as soon as I got home Friday afternoon, I started to feel really ill – I feel sick, have a headache, snotty nose, sore throat, I’m so weak- it’s horrible.
It’s eight minutes past eight and I haven’t moved from my bed all day, I can’t ever remember feeling this weak and rubbish! I keep crying but that’s really painful – it hurts to turn over.
Day 6 is the person i like and why I like them.
I’m in love with Harvey and there are so many reasons why.
For instance, today Harvey’s brought me endless cups of tea and even called me from downstairs asking if I wanted anything. He’s so thoughtful and kind- will give me anything I ask for. He remembers every little thing I say and he’s just so sweet.
He makes me happy, so, so happy. I literally feel as if I’ve been consumed in happiness when I’m with him- I’ve even been asked if I’d been drinking once when I’ve been with him.
There are a gazillion reasons why I love harvington. But I think I’ll save them so I can tell him personally.
Love from me. X


Okay, so this post MIGHT get a little soppy, so you should stop reading of you have a weak stomach. 😉
I really want to write about my boyfriend, Harvey. (Without his permission. Sorry Harvey!)
Along with my family and friends, he’s one of my favourite people in the world and I could go on forever telling you why.
He’s got such lovely shiny eyes. They’re greeny brown. Sometimes more of one than the other. I love it when he winks at me when our eyes meet across the room or he catches me looking at them, I love the way he scrunches them up when he laughs and how the turn upwards at the sides when he smiles.
His hair is a lovely colour. Kind of ginger, but a little more blonde. It’s shiny and straight and I could comb my fingers through it for hours.
His family are some of the nicest people I’ve ever met; his mum is such a lovely person. She’ll do anything for you if it means she’s helping and she can talk for hours, She makes me feel so comfortable around her and will always cheer me up when it’s needed. Harvey’s dad is just as lovely, too; always happy to ask how I am and always has a huge grin just like Harvey does.
His sister is absolutely beautiful ( and crazy!) and is just like my own little sister. Their Grandma is just as lovely and always makes me feel at home.

I have to stand on my tip toes to kiss Harvey, to hug him and to even talk to him without staring at his chest, but I like that he’s taller than me (6ft 3″) to be exact! (I think?) he will sit on a wall so that I can talk to him without us having to strain our necks if I’m stood up.
He’s actually really, really funny. I’m not sure how he gets his face in certain ways, but he pulls the funniest looks and the most random, funny accents and things come from his mouth.
He’ll never let me forget our little inside jokes like the time the train man stuttered when he said ‘Chelford’ and we couldn’t stop laughing, and we decided train conductors were jealous of couples and weren’t to see us showing affection. He’ll recite the ‘cuppycake song’ to me very often just to be extra cringey;) he won’t let me forget the time I sang ‘mysterious Harvey’ in the style of Peter Andre nor the time he said my bum was like a watermelon.
We’ll dance around my room with no music playing and he’ll let me run up to him and jump into his arms over and over again because I find it so much fun.
He still keeps the list of gummy bear flavours I made in order of preference and doesn’t mind when I suck off all the sugar on jelly beans and just leave him the flavourless beans. (He does mind this, I just pretend he doesn’t)
He’s absolutely perfect and I couldn’t ever wish for anyone better to be in love with.