He's asleep, and I'm eating my Hangover for breakfast.

I'd feel bad if I were to spam his Whatsapp with my messages. So I'll blog instead.

In his own time he will read my blog anyway.

I love him a lot. More than I could say everyday and every night, every waking moment of my life.

Oh so very much. More than Dash Berlin, more than clubbing, more than alcohol.

He was so dashing last night. I couldn't stop staring at him.

Grrr...

I really think our love is meant to be.

XoChivasMartell,

Q.