Waking up and looking across the moors is beautiful.
The sky this morning was a wash of colour. It gives you a sense of calm and peace, and as I rolled over to say to Ross, ” baby look at that view”
He wasn’t there, he’s never there 😦
God I wish he was, I wish when I wake his arm would be holding me close, that I could breath in his delightful smell and feel his body against mine.
To look into his eyes and tell him I love him.
That would be better than any view.
He is the perfect view.
He is the world.