txt's would fly though the air every day we would ring each other even when he was driving his bus (hand free if yer asking) i would even sneak off the ward for a call... the staff said that they had never seen me so happy and that it must be love this time...we would say to each other how much do you love me? or do you miss me? and how much do you miss me? he would call me sweetness or babe...i would call him my monkey boy cos he could pinch or grip with his toes or my chunky monkey we would talk about what he would do at work his gripes and what the staff and the mangers were up to i would even when he asked take him to work or drop him off at the bus station at ungodly times like 6 in the moring or pick him up from the depo in cas at midnight after a long day he would always say his job was hard demanding work which it was i would listen to the coverstions that would happen between him and the passngers he was your normal jokey busdrive he always sounded like he would care about them, even though i knew other wise i rember the first time i went for a ride on the bus he was working on they always sounded like they were falling apart lol we natterd as he did his route the speed of the bus the way he would drive though recless but always in control allways the professional driver it was like bein a kid again, stood there this big hunk of a lad big smile on his face he would even take pics on his phone of him on the bus in his unform, lol he always said he looked like a copper in it..i had to agree...it was always good to see him at the end of a shift while i waited for him in our local in town he would walk in the door and walk to the bar kiss and get his drink we would always touch little things...a finger in a back pocket a feel of his arse just standing close to him we would play the video machine getting some of the questions never winning then we would go shopping, hunting for that bargin in the clothes shops a t shirt here a pair of jeans there a cheap pair of trainers any where then we would go out dressed up somthing i've not done for years and feel good about my self i would feel so proud to be with him when we were out on the town just drinking an joking he would bop around i would sit and stand an maybe some times join in he always had this little dance he would do with his hands and roll his eyes sky wards but always have a big smile on his face..some of the songs he would sing sounded a little stange when he would sing them to me things like "do you beleve i life after love" supose thinkin about it maybe he wasn't as happy as i thought i don't know..on the way home he would always call in for takeway at the kabab shops then go hime and stuff his face while potterd about doin the cats or changing the water or trying to get the dog to behave..we would then go to bed he waould always ask me to kiss him and if i didn't do well then he would say is that all? then i would show him how much i loved him and realy kiss him then we would settle down admitedly i would be at times randy and want more he would some times want it as well some times not and say he was tired i would lay with him on his side and nussel into him my nose in his neck my arms around his big belly my leg over his and i would fall asleep and he would wisper i love you more than you know..........