I missed the softness in his voice, the way his hair curled at the ends, the warmth of his body at night.
But I knew I couldn’t have that again. Not really.
So I clung to the pieces I could keep.
Whatever I could hold on to, I kept it close.
Maybe it looked like obsession from the outside. Maybe it was.
But I didn’t want to erase what we’d had.
Even if he couldn’t say how he felt, I knew he still cared.
His messages made that clear:I don’t want to lose you.
When I first met Remi, I was immediately struck by how beautiful he was.
Lean, quietly athletic, with a mop of wild blond hair and those deep hazel eyes that seemed to see right through you.
But I wasn’t ready for anything romantic. Not then. Not after Sebastian.
Still, there was something about Remi that put me at ease.
He was quiet, a little aloof, but steady, grounded in a way that made me feel safe. He didn’t flirt or try to win me over like other guys. He just... listened. And when I talked, really talked, even when I went on and on about Sebastian like some heartbroken cliché, he never once rolled his eyes or tried to steer the conversation elsewhere.
He stayed. He listened. He cared.
And slowly, without even realizing it, he slipped under my skin.
Being with him didn’t just feel good, it felt necessary.
He became the best part of my day. That calm presence I hadn’t known I needed.
The attraction had always been there, simmering beneath the surface.
But one evening, something shifted. I leaned in and kissed him.
And from that moment on, everything changed.
Things moved quickly after that. I liked Remi, really liked him, and for the first time since Sebastian, I felt that spark again. That pull. I wanted him. Not just emotionally, but physically.
With Sebastian, everything had been new. We’d discovered sex together, clumsily at first, the way most teenagers do.
It wasn’t always easy to find time alone, our parents were always hovering, and he spent hours locked away with his piano.
Between the two of us, I was the more curious, the more eager to explore. Sebastian was... hesitant. Shy. I thought that would change with time, but it never really did. There was always a slight distance, a hesitation he never quite let go of.
I didn’t mind then. I told myself it was just his nature.
But with Remi, it was different. He was present. Confident. Attentive.
And he made me feel wanted in a way I hadn’t felt in years, if ever.
Moving in together felt like the natural next step after uni.
And, surprisingly, the adjustment was easy.
We found our rhythm quickly, made space for each other, supported one another, and shared the load without needing to talk about it too much.
