Posts

Showing posts from September, 2013

I love you, I love you, I love you.

Image
6 years ago today the cute boy with the long hair kissed me for the first time in a dark nightclub, 3 hours after meeting me and 2 hours after asking me, jokingly, to go to New York with him the following Christmas.
It was the moment everything changed.
He called me the next day and we talked for four hours on the phone. About nothing and about everything. 
For our first real date he took me to Sainsbury’s as he had run out of bread and then for a curry. I didn’t like spicy food and I was so nervous my stomach hurt; I couldn’t eat a thing.
I read two books a week, drank more coffee (even then) than is probably considered healthy and had grown up in a house full of songs and card games. He only read car magazines, hated the very thought of coffee, had never heard of the Court of King Caratacus and had a smile that made my stomach flip over. It still does.
He was chardonnay and fast cars and New York City dreams; I liked books and the seaside and I never strayed too far …