Playground Love

March 27, 2003 10:40 pm

I almost went to bed without writing in here... weird.

Happy times will arrive tomorrow as it will be exactly 52 weeks since I shared my first kiss with Glenn. I remember that day so vividly. We went shopping to Watford and he wanted me to help him choose an outfit (we were going clubbing). We looked in loads of different shops for jeans and tops and then we went and had lunch and some bevvies in Lloyds No.1. After the dutch courage set in we finally kissed...

I was so nervous, we worked together you see and I had my eye on him from the start. We had this Playground Love thing happening. You must know the type: where you bitch at each other in a cheeky kinda way, always trying to out do each other. I would leave him notes to irritate him, and set up random calendar reminders in his Outlook to piss him off... Its a bit like when you play kiss chase at primary school. If you catch the one you love, you never kiss them (god forbid you let them know!), you just push them over instead. The meaner you are, the more you love them. Playground rules, playground love.

I was crazy about him. I knew that it would come to something... In less than 20 minutes of meeting we were showing our tattoos to each other and I had already agreed to get hold of weed for him. We had so much in common, it was too good to be true. But it is. Despite all of the heartbreak, we have come together again to celebrate one year together.