Life was hard. Especially as a teenager in this day and age.

With all the social media and all this bullshit and everything I found life hard, I focused on my rugby and football and all my friends and the usual stuff like keeping on top of school work.

I was a normal teenage boy.

I didn’t have much problems, my mother wasn’t present I have never met her, my dad was great and I had one older sister

But then there was always the hustle and bustle of life. Peer pressure weighing down on you, I had this one teacher after me for absolutely no reason. Bitchy girls. Teenage peer pressure. Jealous boys.

And yeah, I was pretty much always busy.

But there was always this one thing that kept it all from crashing down.

At the end of the week, most Saturdays and Sundays, my time me wouldn’t be spent with my girlfriend.

I know this sounds weird for a fourteen year old to talk about, but I genuinely love my girlfriend. She’s in my year, and I see her all the time at school but I see her alone and I’m able to actually spent some relaxing time me with her on weekends.

I don’t know where I would be if I didn’t have her. I told her my sole problems and stresses and she told me hers. That was our dynamic

Like now. It was an absolutely baltic evening and she was back at my house, in my bed, cuddled into my side.

So really when I normally would be stressing over homework and rugby, she is snuggled into my side and all that worrying melted and just poured from my ear.

So yeah. I was a lovebird, so what?

I don’t care what the boys think, at least im dying a happy man.

The telly was playing a movie on Netflix neither of us cared about, I had my arm curled around her waist, her thigh in between my thighs, her head just under my chin so I could smell her hair and it just felt perfect.

The remedy for an elite wind down