Sticky shoes

After nearly giving up on the prospect of romance, our first date was 10 days before lockdown. We played mini golf with sanitised clubs and danced the night away in a underground club, shoes sticking to the floor. We kissed, we parted, and 3 days later I went into isolation having contracted Covid19 on our date.

What followed was waves of anxiety, socially distanced dates in the park, a lot of walking, a lot of talking and some loss and sadness that he held my hand through. 

Six months later he is my rock, my confidante and my best friend. He makes me laugh like no other, wipes my tears when I'm sad, and still dances like his feet are sticking to the floor in that underground club.

A bittersweet lockdown - finding love is the sweetness.