In his room actually. His room. He is sitting in front of me working whilst Im sitting here pretending. Well actually not really. I do actually have to work. I like how he understands that. The stupid fickleness of my industry. The pain, the stress. The crying in the office when no one is around, hoping to dear god somebody comes over and puts you out of your misery.

Urgh. Its a bitch I know.

Time spent with him is beautiful. No matter how fleeting. He finds me in his sleep. Holds me close. We wake up in the morning, a tangled mess as we kiss.

Taboo taboo taboo. This whole thing; me and him.

Nobody can find out. Too much at stake for the both of us.

But time with him. Sitting in this room.

I feel a whole lot better