On 13th October 2002, I was cowering in a doorway from the rain, waiting for the arrival of someone the world now knows as Mr C. It was our first date, I’d bought new boots that I was convinced made me walk like a duck, and my friend was sacrificing herself at the garden gate, getting soaked on my behalf to look out for him.
Thankfully, as the evening progressed the rain eased off. We ate, we walked, we talked. We decided on a second date.
It’s almost impossible to believe that was ten years ago. I can both remember it like it was yesterday, and yet also it seems as though an eternity has passed.
I’m a completely different person to who I was back then, and almost all of that can be attributed to Mr C. He pushes me and inspires me to be better, more creative, more individual.
We’ve had our ups and downs, everyone does, but it always comes right. We’re total opposites but make two halves of the same coin, have different interests but they come together to complement each other.
We had made vague plans to celebrate this week with a holiday or some-such. Outside factors have meant that’s not possible, but that’s okay. It doesn’t matter where we are, we’re together and we’re embarking on the next ten years. That’s awesome enough for me.