Life-changing. That’s how I’d describe meeting Josh.
Only, back then,
I thought that it was in a good way...
We were best of friends in secondary school, and we went everywhere together.
Aged 12, Josh Harwood lived a 10-minute walk from my nan’s house, where I lived, so we’d walk to and from school every day, nattering non-stop.
Josh was really tall, with short, dark hair. A joker, he made me laugh, was always the centre of attention.
We were just mates for time – but, one day two later, as we walked home, Josh nudged my arm...
‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ he asked.
‘I’d like that,’
I giggled happily.
I couldn’t think of anyone else
I’d rather be with.
Josh treated me so well, carried my school bag,…