HIS PAST… MY FUTURE
Mar 10, 2022
5 minutes
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Opening up my letterbox to check for post, I found a red envelope.
As I opened it up, I realised it was a Valentine’s card.
Love, Craig.
I’d known Craig Pilkington for years through a friend, but I’d never really spoken to him.
Recently though, we’d got chatting and we’d been exchanging messages ever since.
The sweet card sealed the deal.
This could really be something.
Craig, 34, was sweet and kind.
Do you fancy grabbing something to eat? he text me.
Go on, then, I replied. I felt excited.
As a single mum-of-two, it was nice to feel wanted.
‘I really like you,’ Craig said, as we shared prawn crackers.
He was charming.
We hit it off, and our romance was a whirlwind.
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He made me feel special and I was smitten
We went
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