I found my, (I guess you could call him)boyfriend, on facebook. At the time we were 6, in year one. His name is Bradley and he lived across the road. Which seems to be convinient for little gf and bfs at a young age. I was chatting with him and he reminded me that on valentines day he bought me a bunch of flowers. I haven’t seen him for years, but we’re planning to meet up these christmas holidays. It’s really odd how my memory works, how my best childhood memories rush back because I stumble across something meaningful.
