Chapter Twelve

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I must admit that not everyday was perfect. We had our ups and downs just like any other two people. For instance, our short but heartbreaking break-up when Michael decided to move to London to join the boyband. And there's the time we had a huge argument and I ran out of the London MADhouse not knowing where I was or where I was going but knowing I had to go somewhere. I was lucky that Michael cared enough to come and save me every time and I returned the favour when he was the one in trouble. And we always came out stronger. Always. And that's what made our good days so perfect. We weren't just lovers, we were best friends. The kind of best friends who've been best friends since they were toddlers and were always inseparable. The kind of best friend who know each other inside out and back-to-front and could never not be best friends for long.
I choose to focus on the perfect days because, frankly, that's how I want to remember us.
That's how I want us to be remembered.
That's how I want us to be now and forever.
Just the good days.
None of the bad stuff.
Perfect day after perfect day after perfect day.
In that life, in this life, in whatever comes next.
Just me and my baby and all the time we wanted...
...Something we didn't realise was so scarce...

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