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All the packing cubes in the world aren’t going to make me feel better. And that’s saying something, because I bloody love sorting my life into tiny, organised squares of neatness.
My brain loves to catastrophise while hers is made of steel – or carbon fibre.
His teasing eyes are so bright and enthusiastic – and this close up, in the golden hour of daylight remaining, they shimmer a clear turquoise blue. Mesmerising.
He’s like four seasons in one day, a force of nature that contains both chaos and calm in one bright, beautiful shell.
