Scrolling through Facebook, I saw a familiar face pop up.
Suggested friend...
I knew Richard, then 29, all right, but never just as friends.
As I looked through my ex’s snaps, my belly flipped.
He’s still got it, I thought.
We’d dated a year earlier, in August 2012.
Hey, you, I typed now. It’s been a while...
Too long, Richard chirped, minutes later.
Our messages went back and forth for days, before Richard asked me to dinner. When we met, he looked as dishy as ever, in a crisp, white shirt, acid-wash jeans and Timberland boots.
As we chatted, I wondered why we’d ever called time on our relationship.
Three months later, we were living together. Richard treated me to fancy meals, expensive jewellery - even a car!
One day,…
