FIRST LOVE
…Or should we say true love this issue?
I’d just turned 25 when I met Jamil at a festival in the summer of 2015. He was onstage playing bass, and I shouted to my friend, “How fit is that bass player?” After the show we chatted, and even though he seemed full of himself, it was nice to talk. We added each other on Facebook and, after a few months, we started seeing each other. Jamil had slipped a disc in his back, so I would go round to his house for dinner and he’d play guitar. Our first kiss was a cheeky one that he sprung on me in those early days. I remember thinking, “Oh my God, it’s actually happening.” He told me he loved me really early on, while we were in bed together, but I took a lot longer. It was the first time I was head over heels for someone, and I didn’t want to give too much of myself away. Around Christmas, he first introduced me as his girlfriend. The relationship was magic. Sometimes I’d be taking a shower and he’d sneak into the bathroom and serenade me. He has a massive heart and is very wise. If we argued, we’d sort it out immediately – he called it “keeping the house clean”.
We were together for a year, but both agreed to break up because I had doubts about where I was in my life. He knew he wanted to be a musician – everything was sorted for him. I felt a bit overshadowed and took it out on him. I really missed him when we broke up.
Seeing him again, nearly two years later, took my breath away a bit. I remember thinking, “I’m still so attracted to him.” The date was really flirty. At one point, he was gesticulating wildly and knocked a drink down me. When he leaned in to help me dry off, we kissed. It was electric, exciting and familiar. It went the best it possibly could.