I met him in the summer, he was like no other he was perfect in ways I cannot describe. His smile lit up the
darkness of the back garden we sat in and his voice filled the silence of the empty hallways, I knew there and then from that spilt second of having him within my presence he was too good for me,
too good for anyone really. After the night of meeting him I didn’t say goodbye properly, I didn’t even feel the need to because I had it in my head that I’d never see him again and even if I did
it would be one of them situations where I’d see him down the street and we’d both panic being unsure if we should say hello to one another or not… Sweet Jesus was I wrong.
After meeting him that night we agreed to meet up and after a short while me and this boy, the boy I
believed was out of my league were inseparable any spare moment of the day I would use to be with him. I was obsessed, happy and never experienced being ’in love’ as I always believed it to be more
of fairytale fantasy thing, the kind of thing you’d hardly ever see in reality but the hours I spent with him turned into days which turned into weeks with then turned into
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