He had a sort of faith in the future that I just didn’t have back then, I couldn’t imagine a world where I would be allowed by anyone to do my dream job, of being a writer. I so admired him for his determination and ambition. Nothing seemed impossible to him.
We weren’t together at that point, I was going to university in Hull and he travelled all over the world chasing his dream. But when he got back to the UK, after that tour, he came to see me, and he brought me this perfume bottle, which I instantly loved.
I filled it with Body Shop Rose Oil perfume, which I wore a lot at the time, and the bottle still retains its scent. One sniff and I am taken back in time to that moment. I remember a warm evening, my long green skirt with the tassels around the bottom had little bells on that jingled when I walked. I remembered kissing him and his long hair tickling my cheeks and somehow knowing that our story had many more pages to be written.
I must have moved more than twenty times in the years since, but I have always carried this little perfume bottle with me, and now it sits on the dressing table in the bedroom that I share with the man that gave it to me all those years ago, the man I eventually married.