Whenever she went away I felt like shit without her and nothing could take my mind off it. I couldn’t read a book and get into it, couldn’t enjoy food, couldn’t watch tv, couldn’t do my work and most certainly couldn’t sleep a wink without her in bed with me.
When I looked at other people and found them attractive, but would think to myself “they could never make me laugh like Rose” and “they could never understand me like Rose” and be completely uninterested in anybody else but her.
When I realised that Rose understood what I was thinking and feeling before I did, when she knew me better than I knew myself, when she finished my sentences before I even started saying them.
And when I realised that she was part of my family, that she slots in with my brothers and sisters and parents as if she’d been raised in the same home, as if she’d known them all before she met me.
When I realised she was the biggest part of my life, the person in the whole world that I trust the most, care for the most, love the most and would do anything just to make sure she was happy I realised that I love her, that I’d never loved another person like I love her and that she’s The One.
And finally, one night, when I farted in bed with her, and she went under the covers to get a whiff, that’s when I knew that I really, really loved her.