L
I remember the first time I saw L. I remember realising I had a crush on him. I remember his smile as we flirted, 6 years later. I remember the feel of his knee against mine, as we reviewed each other's Spotify playlists at a leaving party. I remember the fear as I asked him out for a drink 3 days later. I remember the elation when he said yes, after a long ten minutes staring at my phone. I don't remember what I wore to our first date. I remember the feel of his lips on mine, standing outside Covent Garden station. I remember our first inside joke. I remember him meeting me at the station so we could walk to work together. I remember the feel of his fingers holding mine. I remember him kissing me as a busker sang Ed Sheeran songs. I remember him telling me I was beautiful. I remember feeling safe. I remember staying up until the early hours of the morning talking. I remember waking up and curling up into him, his lips meeting my forehead. I rem