Dear July,
The happiest part of my day is almost always at the end. Even on days like today when I felt aimless and anxious, the hours before bed are quiet and calm. I like evenings –  making dinner, watching TV, taking tea to bed. Tonight I made chickpea and chorizo stew – one of my favourite meals. It’s warm and simple and comforting. We took cups of tea upstairs, deciding almost as soon as we’d drunk them that we needed a second cup. 

Alex and I have been together for five years now. So much of the time we exist in this bubble of our own. When I am tired or anxious or emotional, I want nothing more than to be in that bubble with him. In the evenings, the world shrinks to just us, watching old episodes of Survivor in bed and eating chocolate. I used to worry about how much I rely on him, how much Ive come to need that bubble. The hardest part of relationships is learning to trust another person with so much of your happiness. I am glad, ever day, that I chose to trust him.

Alex x  

I’m posting a blog for every day in July. Letters to July was inspired by Emily Diana Ruth.

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