He’s got a wife
You know when you meet someone and it’s as though you’ve known each other for years? That’s what I felt with you.
You saw me before I saw you, remembering things we did together with friends, where I was sat and what I was wearing and I didn’t hardly notice you. You gave the air of quiet confidence, hard to approach, but that didn’t stop me looking, wanting.
Then, one drunken evening, we got talking (for 2 hours), about nothing in particular, just laughing. Your smile, your laugh, your touch, your glasses, your sense of humour could you be any more perfect? I couldn’t believe how easy it was to get along with you, as though I’d always been your friend, always liked you.
We parted with a hug and I thought that was it, we’d see each other from time to time, perhaps cross paths.
But that was just the start.