Just-Rose

We started meeting up for coffee more frequently and texting more often. I had a feeling that he liked me but I really hoped I was wrong. After a few weeks he asked me out to a coffee date and told me he liked me. I’ve forgotten exactly how it all happened and what we both said but I think I told him that I didn’t think that I liked him but we’d still meet up for coffee.

When we met up I had a really nice time as usual. He was really sweet and even paid for the date. At this point I thought I liked him and I really wanted to carry on being with him because he made me happy. After coffee he walked up the hill to my house. As we said goodbye we hugged and then kissed. I initiated the kiss by asking him if we could. This was the point where I thought ‘hmm that was a really bad kiss’. It wasn’t that he was a bad kisser or that I was a bad kisser. I think it was because I didn’t like him in that way.

I’d mistaken friendship for something more. However, I did not realise this at the time.

After we met we became real friends. We started texting, we went for occasional coffees and discovered we had a lot more mutual friends than was first though.

However after a few months of knowing him he dropped out of sixth form. To this day I still think that that was a bad idea for him. Although he said that he needed to take a break from studying and sort himself out he had no backup plan. He knew he wanted to go to college and study music in the next year but he didn’t have any plans for the present such as a job, to travel, to learn a skill. He must have spend about half a year doing nothing but play on computer games and occasionally turn up at social events.

I was worried about him. I started talking to him more and trying to help him get back on his feet. Like any friend would. I guess we became closer over this. However, I didn’t know at the time but this meant something different for him than it did me.

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Taking some time out. Having a cup of Yorkshire tea and spending time with my best friend. If my best friend isn’t around then texting will do.

This is where my blog begins.

It was about 2 years ago now when I first became friends with him. I’d seen him around my school and he was in a few of my classes, but we never really talked.

I had noticed him before because he had quite a distinctive look. Long hair, black clothes. He was into metal. Not really what I’m into to be honest but he did attract my attention.

It was a friend’s birthday party when we got talking. Both of us had had a bit to drink so the conversation flowed well. As it got later the party began to quieten down and those of us that were staying over began to get settled. There were three of us on the sofa opposite the television. He sat next to me and one of my friends was on the other side. We snuggled together and got ready to watch a film. I was laying at the far end of the sofa against the arm rest and he lay next to me. As the night progressed we found that it was comfier if he rested his head on my shoulder, which eventually turned into my chest.

This behaviour was quite unusual for me. I barely knew him and yet I already felt to close to him. After a while I fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up and he was still sat next to me. Talking with one of our friends. Before leaving the party we exchanged numbers.

Although nothing happened that night it was still an important one. I realised that I really got along with this guy and that I had a new friend. At this point I had no idea that he would one day become my boyfriend, despite the cosy and rather flirtatious night.