In the beginning, there was a boy called Chris, and a girl called Jess.

In Year 7 they started at the same secondary school, but because they were in different forms they rarely got to speak to each other.

She was a sad little girl, who didn't feel comfortable in her own skin.
He was exactly the same.

So close yet so apart, they grew up seperately. He learnt to cope with the anger he felt at the world without turning it in on himself.
She did not.

The boy managed. He coped. The girl got sadder.

After six years at the same school, and having spoken only once, they began to run into each other in the Common Room, for they had now reached sixth form. They became friends, spending afternoons playing card games and eating their friends' chocolate spread and laughing together about it.

The boy loved her.

The girl got sadder.

One day it all became too much, and a piece of the girl's heart broke away from the rest of it. It fell without a sound onto the floor. The boy picked it up.

Four months on, and the girl wondered at last where her piece of heart had gone. At a party she cried. Then she realised something.

She walked up to the boy, the boy who for years had believed that no one would ever love him, that he would always be alone, and kissed him.

He gave her the piece of her heart back.

He was, she realised, the missing piece.

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I'm engaged to Chris. Yaaaaaaay!!!

xxx