 I was 23. James celebrated his 23rd birthday while we were on honeymoon. We slept on the beach that night. We were young to be getting married, but we felt certain it was right. I’d called my sister the night James and I met to say I’d found the boy I was going to marry. The closest friendship to start, with a huge and life changing decision about whether we could become more. If I’m honest life was never quite the same once we’d met.
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