Charlie and I met in Phuket. We said “Phuck it” and ended up in a relationship, kinda. I asked him where this was going via video chat whilst he was drunk and I was staying with a friend in Austria a month later and we discussed the great benefits of a “Netflix free month trial framework” and settled on a reversible verbal contract of a relationship where we would reassess at the end.
Here we are, 3 years in. More precisely 1118 days and 5655 km apart.
The month “not sure I like you or want a relationship with you” was all bullshit, obviously. I knew I liked him more than anyone else I had ever met and could listen to him talk and get excited about the world forever.
