While we tried to be reasonable and take it slow during the next week, we ended up spending every possible free moment together. One night I specifically made a date with Careergirl to prove that I still had my own life and hadn’t jumped straight into another full-on relationship, but by 10pm I sent Boy a message asking him why we’d thought it was a good idea to spend some time apart? We didn’t make that mistake again.
I also caught up with Nightingale and my darling Sister, telling them what was happening to me and fielding their concerned questions. Everyone was worried for me, doubting the wisdom of this emotional rollercoaster I’d gotten on to. At the same time they were so happy to see me ecstatic and alive with joy, that they sent me on my way with the wish that the happiness would last and a little prayer that it was all true.
We were hopelessly, madly, crazy in love and there was no point in trying to deny it. Thinking back to that time still gives me goose bumps. So much is written about those giddy, life-changing first days of love. Days of endless kisses and talks and caresses. When staring into your loved one’s eyes causes sparks in you soul and the world stops turning when they leave the room. When every love song was written about you and you want every movie to have a happy ending.
I experienced it for real, for the first time in my life, in vivid technicolour with surround sound, at the ripe old age of 29.