Living with the Boyfriend
Living with my boyfriend was an amazing idea and I was so happy I did it. Yes, granted I didn’t have much choice he lived closer to my job than I did so it seemed like a logical thing to do. But it was an amazing experience. The first week after I moved it was the most loved up to put it into context. We couldn’t stop smiling at each other or holding hands or cuddling when watching TV. None of that has changed even now, we are still the same when we see each other on the weekends when I’m home from UNI. Now we don’t argue, not like some couples do, we can’t sit there and shout at each other. I can’t shout at that face of his, it is just too cute. We do the awkward thing of the silent treatment and I don’t know why but it works for us. It allows us time to think and have a little time to ourselves even if we are lying in the bed together. And then one of us will cuddle up to the other and we will talk it out. I don’t know if that will change over the years of us being together or i...