Yesterday was one year since I invited Keane up to my flat for "a cup of tea" (sex).
We had hooked up a few months before but he had gone to Thailand for a while, leaving me sitting in Cape Town thinking about him nonstop ( stalking his facebook and memorising his return date).
It's been a year now.
365 days together.
6 nights apart.
(Hey Keane, I know you're reading this. I hope you'll always be my Valentine).
There isn't a photo of me here because I'm wearing inappropriate sex clothing for the purpose of Valentine's day.
But just pretend I'm right there next to the profiteroles.