A/N: Hey guys! Only two more chapters left after this one! Thank you for reading and for your comments and votes, it really means a lot. Here's chapter 23, I hope you like it!
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The day was a bit chilly and it had quickly become grey when we left the café, but it wasn’t raining and so we decided to go for a stroll to the Heath. We had come here thousands of times throughout the years, first as friends then as two best friends obviously in love with each other but too scared to do anything about it yet, I had lots of fond memories of those times; then we had walked along the many trails that ran through the park as proper boyfriends and, in the last two years, we had come here as a married couple, rings proudly worn on our fingers.
“Jon.”
I turned to him,”Yeah?” He was pointing his iPhone at me. “What are you doing?” I laughed.
He stopped walking and held my arm, making me stand still too, then I heard a beep.
“You look absolutely lovely,” Chris told me saving the picture he had just taken.
I just chuckled, “Let’s go to the top of the hill,” my hand rubbed his lower back gently as I led him in the direction of the right trail.
“Remember the first time we came here together?” he asked with a sweet tone.
I searched my mind for the occasion; I did remember many, many moments shared with him here, but the very first one?
“Mmm,” I bought some time while I tried to recall the specific moment. It must have been in late 1996 when we were still at uni, right?
“You don’t?” he asked, a mixture of astonishment and disappointment.
I shamefacedly bit my lip and looked up at him, “Sorry.”
“Oh.”
“I do remember many, many moments, but exactly the first one, I’m not sure…”
He squinted his eyes at me in an exaggerated angry face, “Well….” He started, “since apparently it wasn’t as important for you as it was for me,” he placed his hand dramatically on his chest and faked a sniff, I gazed at him curiously with a wide smile on my face. “I will proceed to remind you Jonny.”
“In my defence, we weren’t dating yet,” I mentioned.
“It’s not a valid excuse Jonathan,” he uttered in a grave voice before bursting up laughing, “Sorry, Jay! Anyways, we were in still living at the university hall and we had spent the whole night playing, even though it was a Saturday and everybody had gone to a bar or party and so then morning came and…”
Images and sounds came to my mind and, “and we made our way here counting how many drunk people we passed on our way and then we bought those croissants from that shop,” I continued the tale.
“Which were still warm and buttery and...you do remember Jay!!!!” he cried out excitedly.
My eyes set on his, now wide open in surprise and exhilaration. “I do!” I smiled at him, reassured in the knowledge I had not actually forgotten that day.
“Then we walked around the pond over there and climbed up the hill and…”
“and we sat down on one of the benches at the top to eat the croissants and then I almost fell asleep,” I laughed.
“You actually fell asleep!” he pointed out. “Arms crossed over your chest, head down, you were properly snoozing. I had to tickle you to wake you up.”
