“Harry, you’re going it wrong” I hear you laugh at me from the other side of the room as I try to battle with the wrapping paper. No matter what I do, I keep messing it up. Who knew wrapping presents was so hard.

I huff “Well, will you come help then?” I see a smile creep up on your face before you start padding over and sitting next to me on the hardwood floor.

We’ve been dating since the band broke up, you becoming my rock through all the madness that was a solo career. We’ve had our ups and our downs like any couple would, and we’ve overcome them. Every. Damn. Time. I know everything about you from the way you take your coffee, to how you think it’s mad that I wear socks to sleep. There isn’t a single thing I’ve kept from you, except from the fact that I plan on proposing soon. We’ve been together nearly 10 years? I don’t wanna wait too long before you decide this isn’t going anywhere. You’re the one I want.

“Darling, I don’t think I’m the problem. Wrapping presents is simply impossible, and anyone who thinks it isn’t is clearly mad.”