If the second date was incredible the third was unforgettable as we skidded, careering around a bend, bouncing off the curb and ending up on the other side of the road, “I crash all the time!” you laughed before continuing up the road on the way to Asda.
You promised me a great Parmo, where you and Neil would always go when he came back home. We went to The Ship Inn and you weren’t wrong. We sat in a little cubby-hole and I continued to fall futher-and-further in love with you. I didn’t say it at the time, but I knew you were the one already. I’d never felt so special or lucky and just hoped that you felt the same way.