When I'm with him, I'm somebody else. I'm not damaged goods, I'm not 'getting over' anything, I can just be me. I don't have to pretend about anything, or hide my life or what I'm thinking. I've never experienced the way he treats me. Even Luke, who on the surface is Mr Nice Guy, even tried to grope me and wanted to sleep with me the first night I met him. When I was laying with him, holding him in so tightly, I felt happy. The last time I felt that happy and that safe, was when I was last with Tom. When I didn't feel like there was anything wrong with me. I felt normal.

Being around him is infectious. I want it all the time, I can't help it. I'm itching to see him again, to kiss him and hold his hand. I can't say what's going to happen, or even if this is even going to go anywhere, or if it's even on that kind of track; but it's easy. It makes me happy.

He understands.