The secret meet ups with Mr Keating’s daughter had been the best of my life. You comes with us to Dead Poet meetings, you share a cigarette with me outside the courtyard so nobody sees and most of all you’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met.

So when I finally asked what you’d think of officially dating, my hopes were high.

“I mean, wouldn’t that be great? I’d know you weren’t sneaking off with other guys…” I murmur smugly between gentle kisses.