One of the first "dates" my boyfriend took me on was to Delamere Forest. It was Autumn and rainy, everything was golden and brown, we followed paths, made our own and he held my hand. At the time, I was beyond shy (i like to think that through the years I've come out of my shell and found my confidence) and he made all the conversation whilst I tried to remember to breathe. It might not of been the time of year for butterflies but there was certainly enough fluttering about my stomach. It's become something of a little tradition to go back every year, atleast once around autumn, because we're cheeeeesy. Today we wandered around as usual but came across a rope swing that swung over a little stream. I persuaded Lewis to try it... seconds after he pushed himself of the bank I heard a loud snap and he was in the middle of the stream in a pile. It's safe to say I've never giggled so much in my life, if only I'd been filming. We headed back to his house with him covered in mud and after he'd showered sat on his bed drinking cups of tea. It's the little things that really mean the most to me. We've made plans to go autumn/winter coat shopping at the end of the month. I also can't wait for other little traditions we have such as putting up the greaves household christmas tree, watching christmas films together, buying yankee candles in "winter wonderland" so that our room smells like snow, hehehe. Lovely jubbly.
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