((Mun has never really been in love, so this’ll be very difficult…))
It was when we’d been together for about three months. I had to go to Cardiff for two weeks (to be with my family; we’re from Cardiff) while my grandfather was in hospital with cancer. When he passed away, it was really hard for me to be around anyone. My grandfather was like a second dad to me, especially when my father had been deployed, so it was especially hard on me.
When I got back to London, John listened to me crying for hours, but he didn’t try to make me feel better - oh, no, that sounds uncaring. He didn’t make me try to ignore it. He understood exactly where I was coming from, and was there for me through the whole time, even when my parents had given up on me.
And then I started to realise that maybe he was doing this because he loved me. And the more I thought about him, the more I wondered about the future, especially as I’d seen how short life was (my grandfather wasn’t even 70), and I pictured us together, maybe married, maybe with kids… And I came to the conclusion that I loved him.
And that was a bit weird, probably, dear reader, but I’m not too sure myself.
((And also, mun is crubbish when it comes to positive emotions…))