It all started when I was a child.
I met him when I was 10 my parents had known his parents since they were kids. He lived down the road from me a year and a half... that's all it took for me. He moved away and I went on with my life. I started secondary school and I made friends. I grew up.
And yet after all that I still couldn't forget.
After 3 years I found him again. The "love of my life" he messaged me and came down on a 2 hour train journey just for me!
I waited anxiously at the train station... and there he was. He was exactly as I remembered him. We went for a walk through the woods and I fell for him all over again.
See the thing is he was an only child. His parents didn't want him he lived with his grand parents. His nan was dying and his grandad would beat him. So after a few months my mother took him in.
He would stay with us for the week and then go to his grand parents for the weekend at first. We would play video games and go for walks they were our favourite things to do at the time.
He lived with us for 6 months.
He was 2 years older than me so I was 13 and he was 15. But I didn't care I loved him. I'm 17 now as I'm writing this and I'm still struggling to get over the torture that he put me through... physically was only 6 months mentally was another 6 months but he's scarred me for life.
