Gwyn
The past two weeks have been something out of a story book. Gareth goes to work every day while I fix my house, repainting the walls and replacing the furniture with something that is more me. Every afternoon when he comes back home, we sing and dance around the kitchen like my parents did, finding old musicals and trying to remake the scenes. I never imagined Gareth as someone that would let loose and act silly, but since that first night, we have made it a ritual and I can honestly say that I haven't laughed this hard in my life. It is fun and carefree and a part of me knows that this time is not guaranteed to last, but I promise myself to live in the moment, and not worry about what could go wrong. They say the mind can't distinguish between reality and fiction and that is why we
