I thought you were dead.

I first met W when I was 14, he was 17.
We were in the army cadets. Not long after we first met, he left.
About 9 months later I saw him again, we exchanged numbers and started talking, getting to know each other.

We ended up sleeping together when I was nearly 16 and my mum found out. Needless to say - she wasn't a happy bunny. She threatened to have him arrested!
Fast forward to today and he's gone through a hell of a time. He's been homeless, he's travelled halfway round the country.

Last time I saw him was 3 days after my 18th birthday, he was living on the streets, couldn't find anywhere to live. I was still living at my mums, obviously she'd never put him up so i had to walk away. That was possibly one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.
I didn't hear from him again. He went missing and a lot of people thought he'd died. I was gutted, this was a guy who i still had feeling for - i understood how people could mess up their lives in the blink of an eye.

I mean, when I saw him and he was homeless, I was pregnant and on a comedown from coke.
Three weeks ago I got an unexpected message from him on facebook. He's sorted himself out, he's living in a shared house nearby, got a job and at college and how do i fancy going out sometime for a drink or two to catch up?

Well, that drink or two was last night and I'm still stupidly happy. I'm amazed at how nervous I was beforehand, because I had no need to be. I mean, he's hardly a stranger is he? It was a fantastic night, that's all I need to say, alongside the fact that we are now together.
Ladies and gentlemen, I think I have finally found what I need to get over that twat.


In other news, life is incredibly peachy. My boss has finally bought the new pub. Plans have changed slightly but I'm happy with the changes - I wont be trainig as manager yet, i'll be doing other things instead. But I'm not ready to be a manager. I'm 19, I've got my whole life to live. I just want to enjoy what I'm doing and learn and gain as much from this as I possibly can. I'm feeling really positive about all of this. I think in a way I feel like everythings coming together finally. It's been nearly 7 months since my OD and all of that crap and i feel better than I have in a long long time.
Life's to live, isn't it? It's high time I start doing that.