drunk at six half in the morning

when you see your boyfriend with loads of other girls on the other side of the planet dancing and hugging and being lovely towards each other, you only think, is he for me? well fuck it I love craig, drunken arsehole that he is, but I know he loves me, so it is fine. I accept that he is a foolish man and I am his foolish woman. That's my craig..,silly tart but I REALLY DO LOVE HIM. oh well who said it was going to be easy? just accept audience...