PART 1 - ii

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We didn’t meet under the moon wandering from heartbreak, only to find our soul mates. We met normally, through a close friend by accident. I had hopelessly joined a gym in hope of magically becoming thin, when I found that a friend of mine was also a member, we had met to do some exercise. Again hopelessly. He had brought a friend of his along, that was you. Luke Alexander Carr. The shy boy who would actually listen, instead of waiting for his turn to speak like so many others. After a nervous, bodily self-conscious game of badminton, followed by a short mess around in the pool. I never bothered to dry my hair after my shower in hope that you would be waiting for me, accepting my apology for taking so long. This was not the case. I waiting for what seemed like days, for someone who took longer to dry their own hair then me. I was baffled and slightly annoyed that at such a late hour I was being left to fend for myself on the not so present public transport. The friend left, but you stayed. Like a gentleman.  We walked; I never shut up, asking you questions and finding out about your life. You made me laugh, with your nervous smile and tall frame. Eyes, like smooth chocolate, and hair fluffy enough to make me grin. It was as if I had found a true friend in the world, one who would care for my angry rants and laugh when I fell on my ass.

I thought about you for a long time, those mixed emotions.

We met nearly every day, talking about the morbidity of death to the infinite length of the universe. Sitting over a cup of tea and some terrible karaoke.

We were never a stereotypical couple, complete opposites. On our first outing I paid for dinner and a movie, not letting you give me a penny on your birthday. We became a couple and at first life were difficult. But I had you by my side the whole time. Of course I got jealous. Most of us are bitter over someone; I was scared for anyone else to see you like I did. In fear you would leave me for the prettier, skinnier, blonder version.

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