About this time 3 years ago I was in Colchester Sixth Form, not really liking many of my subjects, which caused me to: bunk off any lessons I didn’t like; not concentrate in the lessons I actually went to and sleep often in school.

I tried dropping German as I took three other subjects anyway. But no, the college wouldn’t allow me to. So instead, I would bunk some of my lessons to do something more productive with my time. And believe me; I can now definitely say one of the days I did bunk, was certainly productive indeed. I just didn’t know it at the time.

No idea

Break was close to finishing and I was about to set off for German. Everyone had left the Student Pavilion, which was a social room where you can do work or talk, except one person. I had seen this guy around before but had never got the chance to talk to him. We started speaking – we had most of the same friends – and got to know each other a bit better. He was tall, auburn-haired, had electric blue eyes and a gorgeous ginger bushy beard. There was also something about the way he spoke, his voice, I could’ve listened to him talk all day. One thing that I noticed most of all was the rich, enticing essence of him. I can still remember it now. We spoke all week, at the same time when I was supposed to be going to boring German.

I had one problem: I was already in a relationship. The guy I was with was a bit of a dick to put it bluntly. I wasn’t so sure that he was the right one for me; he was too bossy and controlling, but I stayed with him anyway. I liked the idea of being in a relationship more than I liked him. Stupid, right?

Just an Outing

The week after meeting the guy I had grown to adore, he and I spent every free lesson and lunchtime we could together. We would go to the park and sit on the swing together in the pouring rain not having a care in the world talking about our future. ‘How many kids do you want? What do you want to do? Where do you want to go?’ Etc. We would play together like kids on a Sunday morning.

I would never normally even think about getting close to another guy whilst I’m in a relationship. I consider myself to be loyal and trustworthy. There was something that wasn’t right about the relationship I was in. I just couldn’t figure out what; I didn’t trust him. I had a gut feeling that he just wasn’t the right one for me. I knew I would never stay with him for the long run. Don’t marry someone you don’t want your children to be.

Marry someone that brings out the best in you, not the stress in you. When you know they’re the right person, you just know. There’s no easy way explaining it. I would never again get close to someone else whilst in a relationship. I’m happy now, there is no need to.

He asked me if I wanted to go out to the cinema and for a meal with him; he never classified it as a date so that was fine, right?

After a busy day at college, we met up and went to the park whilst we waited for the film. It was Thursday 11^thFebruary the day after Deadpool – which we went to see – came out. We were in a world of our own: listening to music; gazing at each other; laughing at everything for no apparent reason, simply just because we could.

Six o’clock came around faster than we expected. The skies were soon nothing at all. It was like a child began to draw on it with a pencil and then erased it in a way that smudged and spread the grey. Meanwhile, the rain streaked down – invisible until it hit the sodden ground. Drenched, we sat at the back of the cinema as barely anyone was even in our screen room, which was odd considering the movie had just come out. It sure didn’t bother us though. We were so hyped up we crawled around behind all the seats trying not to get caught. We giggled like toddlers as if we had been caught doing something naughty. We talked and talked as if we hadn’t spoken for over 100 years. I don’t think we watched even half of the film as we were just too distracted by each other’s company. I never felt so alive when I was with him.