That’s me and Paul, all gothed out on Saturday. Don’t we look scary?
One of the wonderful things about this weekend was that it gave Paul and I our first vacation together. It wasn’t very long, and it wasn’t very far, but the sheer concept of getting away, together, made the weekend more romantic. Part of that was just being on our own, and not having our friends around to worry about nauseating. Part of it was that we were doing something more grown-up for once, rather than acting like we’re both just out of university. But most of it was the out-of-the-ordinary experience, and that we were sharing it.
Anyways. There’s the photo I took on auto-timer on Saturday. I love that I have this boyfriend who enjoys weekends like this past one as much as I do. I love that I have a boyfriend who is happy to encourage my love of the goth subculture. I love that I have a boyfriend who makes me laugh, and who laughs at my jokes. I think this is what a relationship is probably suppose to look like…just for us, that happens to be goth prom.