“ Over the years, I have loved too young, too hotly, too incompatibly, too unhappily.” This is a love story, by someone who had stopped believing in love. A year ago today, I set off for a party and I met someone – a textbook tall, dark, handsome stranger. We exchanged email addresses, went for a drink, and talked for six hours. We messaged over Christmas, met again in the new year, and somehow, by mid-January, we were together, a togetherness that remains.
On the face of things this will not sound unusual, particularly in its timing. Christmas is the most coupled and couple-creating time of year. Those already embroiled feel their hearts swell with sentiment. Those looking for love sally forth in their glad rags, ready to present their…
