We’ll Meet Again

We met in March and hit it off in two unexpected, wonderful, gin-filled dates before lockdown 1.0. The following week I fled to Wales for lockdown not knowing it would be five months before I would see him again. We were forced to get to know each other the old fashioned way, in a long-distance setting. We spoke every day with countless phone calls, WhatsApps and Netflix dates. Fast forward to us meeting for the third time, five months later when I came back to London. The nerves were real but so were my feelings and we picked up right where we left off. Two months later we spent a spontaneous weekend away in Rome before lockdown 2.0 and we made things official. For me, he has been the calm in this storm. Now here we are in tier 4 and I have had to flee London and we are apart once again. My heart hurts but I hear absence makes the heart grow fonder. I will count my lucky stars that 2020 gave me him. Until we meet again.