Seven and a half years have gone so fast. I was seventeen when I met you. We had spoken before that, but as the tech-savvy teenagers we were, those early flirtations were eagerly awaited text messages that made my tummy flip. I had known of you for a long time, always stunned by photos of your beautiful blue eyes and genuine grin. We had mutual friends. We had mutual values and morals for the most part, and we had chemistry. The first time I saw you and heard your voice I was hooked. As cliché as that sounds, there is no other way to describe it. December 3rd 2007. Our date. The "official" date. You won my parents over in 2 minutes flat. We went to the movies for our first date and I stared at your hand as you shyly placed it on my leg. You took it away after a few minutes because you were worried it freaked me out. Then I had to make a move! Playfully I slapped at you for cracking your knu...
The diary (ramblings) of an anxious Mum.