Return To Me

'Perfect'

Dear future us,

Today my mum took in my photo albums. You know the ones I filled with all the pictures we took and all the ones our parents took too?

I never realised how many there was!

Most people keep the good pictures, you know the happy smiley ones.

Not us. There is pages and pages of horrible photos, but they're funny. There's ones of us first thing in the morning, when we both had the phase of having a camera around. Then there's all of the ones I took on our dates and trips with our families. I'm surprised you didn't steal the batteries and the SD cards from me, especially after I took over three thousand in two days...

Anyway what I wanted to write about was our first date. There's about twenty pictures my mum took as I got ready. Then another ten of you when you arrived and about 30 of us together. Obsessive mother much? Haha.

My favourite is the picture of us when we came home. I actually never knew mum took it until this morning when I got he albums.

I guess I should start with what we did on our date.

You picked me up at seven (such a stereotypical date time don't you think?) and you handed me a bouquet of white daisies, my favourite flowers, and uttered on word to me 'perfect' and I blushed beetroot red.

Our mums gushed over us for us, saying how cute you looked in your black shirt sleeves rolled up to your elbows and tucked in to your black suit trousers. I wouldn't say 'cute' was the right adjective, 'hot and sexy as hell' sounds better but that's not something you'd hear either of our mums say would you?

We eventually heading off walking hand in hand into the town that was just a small walk too this tiny but very romantic Italian restaurant. We went in and you gave your name to the lady at the door and she lead us to the table you'd booked.

We sat down and we ordered. We laughed and talked and ate simply enjoying each other's company.

It was perfect. Cliche? Yes but neither of us cared.

We payed the bill or should I say you payed the bill as you wouldn't let me pay my half, much to my annoyance. We wandered home hand in hand, all the way to my drive.

I turned to face you as you did the same.

Our eyes locked and you leaned in. It was gentle, sweet and soft, but utterly filled with love.

It was perfect just like everything that night.

And that picture I was talking about? It was of that kiss.

A perfect picture, from the perfect night, with a perfect person and a perfect kiss.

Love,
Isla xXxX

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sorry about such a long wait!!! I've been super busy and to be honest I shouldn't be writing this now but I'm giving up with English because close reading sucks :(
Thanks for your patience dedicated to all new readers! There's been quite a few of you!! :D but in particular this is for sharukhfan

Thank you for being an awesome person.

All if you's feel free to pm me or kik me? (Thedivergentshadow)

Love you all,
Iona xxxxxx