House share

Rewind to the start of 2020, I was a single university student living in London alone, enjoying the start of my 20’s, I met my boyfriend about a month before the first lockdown, meeting for the first time for a few drinks then casually hooking up a couple of times after that. We both liked each other a lot but neither of us were looking for a relationship. When it was announced on 20th March 2020 that the country was going into lockdown, he messaged me asking if I wanted to stay with him as I lived on my own at the time. Of courseI said yes.

We barely knew each other and we’re only seeing each other casually at the time so I had no expectations, and to be completely honest, it was a bit awkward at first. We both spent the first month or so feeling pretty low about the situation and spent most of our days in separate rooms, but ate dinner together every night and had long talks about our lives and the things we loved. As time went on, we eased into spending more and more time together. We supported each other through our lowest points, offering a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. We discovered everything about each other whilst trapped inside my boyfriends dingy London house share, and slowly fell in love with each other. 

By the middle of August we had fallen head over heels in love which each other and became an official couple. My boyfriend asked me to move in with him permanently, and we’ve spent the second and third lockdowns by each other’s side. I couldn’t be happier to have met him, despite the hard times we’ve had to go through. If it wasn’t for the first lockdown, we probably never would have become a couple.

We recently moved into our own flat together, just the two of us, and we’re utterly smitten with each other. I’ve never been so in love with anyone.