I've just came back from a little romantic trip to Paris with Andy and since to the date, I've known him 2 years today, it would be a cute little post to show how we met and where we are up to now.
We met on 15/09/2012 as we had been allocated the bedrooms next to each other in our flat in student accommodation. I'd found the rest of the flatmates on Facebook a few days before moving in and meeting everyone, but Andy didn't seem to have found any. After all the calamity of moving things in, doing food shops and awkwardly saying hello to everyone, I ended up having a conversation with his Dad, who seemed to very proud of his son, which I thought was so lovely. He studied Law in uni like I was about to, and he was quizzing me on why I had pink hair.
I can't recall speaking to Andy that day, as we ended up going out that evening, and near enough every other evening for the next two weeks. He seemed shy at first, but very much my cup of tea. Humour, similar interests aside football that is, and having little chats during the day made us very close friends shortly after freshers week. The third week in, it was his birthday, and looking back on the pictures of us, you can tell we were close.
I ended up referring to his as my 'best friend' despite us never saying anything. I was really fond of him and as cheese-worthy as it may sound, I felt I could go to him about everything. Now I may add, I did have a boyfriend at the time. He had been up to visit and chatted with Andy too. Once February came, the relationship ended. In January I began to get mixed feelings about everything. I'd helped Andy revise for this exams (geography is nothing like law, but he asked me too) and everything seemed like a blur. Being perfectly honest, I feel like my last relationship had grown into more a routine with friends than an adult relationship. I didn't inform Andy of everything I was feeling as depsite him being flirty, I didn't want to give him the wrong signals, or hurt his feelings.
Finally, I told Andy and the rest of the flat that I began to develop feelings for him and he was quite shocked to say the least. Once my relationship was over, we had a little chat about things and I told him the last relationship was completely over, it was mutual and we remained friends (for a few months). He told me he liked me too.
February 2014, look how different we look!
Flirting became increasingly often and we began to hold hands and go for walks together to chat to get away from everyone. I still feel like he is exactly the same person I met and became best friends with, we laugh about the stupidest of things, for instance, he pulled out my Spanx and said "what on Earth are these" and I was keeled over laughing at his reaction. Ever since we admitted we liked each other, time has absolutely flown by.
He took me for a walk to the Quayside in Newcastle for a 'chat', but before we'd left I knew exactly what was coming and even texted two friends haha! He asked me out and I said "yep" and it became official and on facebook that night, otherwise it doesn't count apparently.
Now a week ago, we've moved into our first flat together as a couple, have been on little holidays together and are already planning a possible trip for next summer to America (if I get a job, hint hint employers?). It has been so nice and relaxed, no matter how many plates and bowls we've had to transport, boxes to unpack and re-pack for Paris etc. We're both pretty laid back and tend to have a laugh about most things, and he is such a genuine person. I don't want to make anyone else sound bad, but Andy definitely is right for me; I truly couldn't imagine myself elsewhere.
I know he will read this too (Hi Andrew!) but I thought it would be the cherry on top of our perfect past week and a half moving into our flat and going to Paris together, to just think back on how we first met and became a couple. I absolutely adore his family too, and it feels normal to go to his family home and stay over. It doesn't happy very often, as I'm from Liverpool and he is from Chesterfield, and we live together in Newcastle, but I'd go to any of his family member if I ever needed anything and I love the bones out of them all.
On top of the Arc de Triomphe.
I think it's cute to remember how you and your boyfriend/girlfriend began your relationship. We started off as complete strangers living together in student halls, to flirting together, being in a relationship and then living together just us two in our own little home. It feels perfect and I wouldn't change anything (apart from when you move my things).
If you have an adorable little tale to tell, let me know in the comments!