Earlier I deleted a post about the Boy and what happened when I last saw him. Basically last May (2012), I saw him two weekends in a row. The first weekend was the last weekend of football. So we watched the last day of the season with his friends, played this insane drinking game and ended up stumbling upstairs together where... And again...
That evening he told me that I was perfect. And that he basically understood me and that for him, no one else has come close. I tried to be as honest as I could back, and I left the next day feeling bittersweet but okay about it.
The following week he invited me back over for the CL final. My team bloody won the thing, but I stupidly got battered and even to this day, I can't remember a lot of the game. His friends and him were not that drunk and so, I felt ridiculously drunk next to their sobriety. Even now I cringe... The next day I was incredibly hungover, we had a relatively good time and I left...
By this point I had not only dated other people but I'd also just started texting M on the day before the second weekend. My life was spiralling out of control in terms of emotions but I guess for me, I couldn't stay away from The Boy... I needed to almost see him just one final time. The first weekend was absolutely amazing and showed me exactly what I deserved. I had a feeling then that M would become something special, and maybe visiting The Boy was to prepare me for that.
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