My Rugged Lover

We are inseparable, even at the party filled with children throwing confette into the air and squeezing bottles of moustard all over the sofa. He smiles everytime he sees me; he interrupts the conversation I'm having with a polish girl who wants to marry me. Does she want my money? Does he really love me? He leans down when he finds me sitting on the floor, unconcerned with the people around us, and kisses me on the mouth.

I've walked past his music studio many times, but it never dawned on me that the music playing out of the speakers was him inside, strumming his guitar. I watch him sing into the microphone, a cheesy adult contemporary love song. He asks me afterwards what I thought of it and I tell him it would be perfect for Magic FM. He almost bursts with excitement. And all I can think of is when will we kiss again.