To tell our story, we have to begin from the very worst. I was travelling backwards, steadily inflicting pain on myself over a lengthy period of time. My heart had been trashed and stomped on. I condemned infidelity and yet, kept finding myself running back to that one aching past… because I had no where else to go. So one day, I said to myself, ‘I need to get the fuck out of here’. And I left. I packed my bags to go halfway across the world – as far away as I could get from everything. A tad extreme and dramatic, I know, but knowing me, there’s no other way I’d do it. The first few weeks were no different. I still longed for the past, for the familiarity and hadn’t learnt my lesson. Clearly, immersing myself in a completely foreign world wasn’t enough to cure myself from this sickness. Then one night, I met you. It was magnetic. Instant...I am not proud to say this because we wronged someone to be together. For a long time, it actually felt like I was punching myself in the ...