In August 2013, I was working at a beach cafe in Norfolk, when a lovely lad gave me his phone number.
Charming, Josh Riccio, then 20, was clearly nervous, and very cute!
At 6ft tall, and a size XXXXL, he was a very large guy.
He was big-hearted, too, with a smile to match.
Soon an item, we were long-distance between his place in Essex and Norfolk until, a year on, I moved in with him.
Half Italian, Josh adored food...and lots of it!
I loved him for who he was, and his size didn’t bother me.
But Josh often felt breathless walking, and complained of shooting pains up his legs.
I was worried that his health was suffering, and gently encouraged him to cut back.
But temptation got the…
