A rather old picture I never posted – Chinese New Year, in my room. We forced an amused Mummy to take this photo of us standing back to back. This is concrete proof that Justin is indeed taller than I am :D
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.