Tell Us When Ages Have Made a Difference

I sigh walking from school making my way home to Ed. Three months have past and I'm almost home to him everyday. Even if he's not there then I just lay down in the couch waiting for him to come home, then we sit and talk, maybe lay on the couch cuddling a bit. No we're not having sex or dating, it's just relaxing for me. He's being really sweet and I think I'm falling in love with him, even thought it's just really wrong.

I get to his house then finds the key under the plant and opens the door walking in then locks it again. I then throw my bag on the floor and walks in laying down in the couch waiting, I gulps thinking he might put a note up where he went, he usually does. I then get up walking out then looks at the fridge seeing there's hanging a note with my name on, I take it then opens it reading it.

“Hey Lucy! (:
I'm at a friends place practising for our next tour, I'll be home about an hour after you come, I hope you had a better day than yesterday (;
love Ed xx”

I giggles slightly. He writes really sweet letters, I put the note down on the kitchen table then walks in laying down on the couch looking at nothing. My eyes soon gets heavy and I fall asleep.