I carve in the last letter into the old oak tree as I feel you shifting closer to me. I put down the knife and grin as I feel you settling your head down in my lap, looking up at me.

you are the tour photographer for my band duplicity. While we didn’t really haven’t had the perfect start, we’ve eventually started spending more time together. More than we’re supposed to. Fuck, I’m not supposed to feel like this. But I like you, more than I planned. A few hours ago I showed you my vulnerable side, that I have never shown for anyone. And weirdly enough I don’t regret it.

And now, here we are, in a field, you laying in my lap under an old oak tree. I take out the cigarette and blow out the smoke as I gently lean the cigarette for you to take between your lips. I grin.

“Angel is such a pretty smoker”