I knew from the day that I first met you that you were going to fall in love with me. I didn't know why or how or when, I just had this feeling and I knew it was going to happen.
I was going to make you fall in love with me.
I hated that you worked Mondays, Tuesdays and half Fridays because I missed you on Wednesdays and Thursdays.
I eventually found excuses to see you on the weekends. You once left your phone at the hospital and I searched for your home to give it to you. I mean, how many bookstores are there in Hampstead Heath? Blake and George thought it was really obvious but I didn't care. As long as it meant that I could spend time with you.
I loved that you liked Blake and George. And that they liked you. It made me happy that my future girlfriend and my best mates got along well. But it also made me jealous. Incredibly jealous.
