To My (L) Bear.

This is a brief insight to my love and passion for a certain talented girl, this is for you, my heart was made for you and every breath taken is to ensure I’m around to make you happy or to give you a shoulder to cry on…or to (at least) try and make you laugh with my silly quirks or silly faces.

When I first started talking to you in the changing rooms at dancing, I never thought that in a million years we’d be where we are today. It was fate! And not only did I find a friend that I could truly confide in, trust and unconditionally love, I found someone who would love me back; accept me for who I am and edit all my English coursework before handing it in for marking.

Without you, I’d die... We’re the special two… Being with you feels like home! (I love the mix tapes you made me) But on an even more serious note, I do feel as though I’ve found the one person who will always understand me; the one who will always be there for me to keep me safe and give me cuddles in the rain.

We have so many cherished memories together…the two benches that are ours! The meals out, the long nights in…I have enough to

last me a lifetime but I know that I would need you there throughout, otherwise I might forget something or get the facts wrong. Although we have already shared plenty I know that it isn’t going to end here and that together we have so much more to experience, as individuals and as a couple.

I told you earlier tonight that I had trouble expressing emotions through words and I guess I’ve sort of shown it up to now… I guess in a way I just wrote to say how much I love you. I never saw love as something that would grasp a hold of me, but once again you’ve proved me wrong. I know that I don’t tell you enough how beautiful you are, in the sun, when it’s just been raining. Or when you’ve just woken up and you’re eyes are slightly dewy but you look adorable and your hair smells minty.

I miss you far too much, but I know you will be off one day to sail the seven seas and seek your fortune, don’t ever worry you’ll make it, you’ll win! And I’ll always be here for you, waiting, because you are the reason for my existence, I was created to love you. I still don’t think you quite understand every inch of my feelings towards you but I’m planning to live for a while, so you’ve got some time to fully figure me out.

I, on the other hand, know what you feel for me. You tell me enough! :) I’m glad you do, and I’m also glad when you tell me what you hate about me, it makes me feel human. It makes our partnership and love feel real. I hope you don’t think I’m using the word ’love’ too freely, but I do think the English dictionary could do with inventing a new word to describe strong (good) passionate feelings towards another person, instead of adding pointless ’chavvy’ words that disgrace the population of Britain as a whole…

Either way, I know that without you my heart would break and my life would be a lost, unfulfilled, immature nothingness. You are me and I am you. Friends always no matter what and I know I’ll never stop loving you. First. Last. Forever. For Good <3

Being Ginger.

So I guess I haven't really told you much about my physical self. I certainly haven't told you that I'm ginger. Well, there is a fine line in which people disagree most of the time: some would say I'm 'strawberry blonde' because my hair is lighter and not a harsh ginger, but some could say that I still fall under the big umbrella of ginger. (I would say I do fall under this category, it’s easier to get along with people if you just nod your head politely and smile.)

Moving into high school, I found that people were immature and, believe it or not, mocked me for it. Life was hell, but now people appreciate it more and compliments are made regularly. In fact, it was only the other week when I was sat in Costa having a coffee and two little old ladies politely came up to me and asked whether my hair was naturally coloured like it is… I said yes, they complimented and tottered off with their eyes fixed to my hair - my girlfriend, sat opposite, was in stitches.

As well as the individuality of being ginger, I also like the nicknames that typically come with it. ('Firebird' being the most liked on my part.) It just seems to give me a flare and flash of inspiration to give all of my energy and effort into everything I do. There are also the ‘traits’ that are associated with being ginger, much to my liking and agreement. This does apply to being fiery and hot-headed at times with a short temper and being a control freak, but I enjoy those because it makes me, me! There’s also the saying of how gingers are ‘good’ in bed… If you ever come into a relationship with a ginger then you'll have the chance to judge for yourself.

I can’t really separate myself from the rest of society because I’m ginger, but I am a mutation, an adaptation, an evolution? Who knows, all I know is I’m sunburnt, freckly and proud.