Tomorrow marks 6 years since my boyfriend and I first kissed. I was 20 and he was 23. Only just… it happened at his birthday party.

We’d been friends for a little while having met at the beginning of the previous summer. We’d been working together at a cocktail bar & restaurant, I was a waitress and he was a chef. I had a huge crush on him from the very first time I saw him through the kitchen hatch!

I remember a mutual friend, who knew of my infatuation, picking me up and driving me to the party. He asked me if I thought anything would happen between me and Mr LA that night. I said no and not ever. I was convinced that he wasn’t interested in me, at least not in that way. I was just a mate who happened to be a girl.

Anyway, we kissed. A lot. And I didn’t go home that evening (I know, I know… not terribly elegant).

A week later I was invited back to his house and we had a lengthy conversation about how neither of us was looking for anything serious… too much going on… studying… work etc etc. Then we did some more kissing.

I got pregnant. My Dad got ill again. Kissing got us through some tough times. Izzy arrived and we shared our kisses with her too.

My Dad died. I didn’t feel like kissing for a while. And then I did again and the kisses were even better than before.

Then I started University. Izzy came with me but he had to stay in London. We saved up all our kisses for the weekends. It got too tough in the end, not kissing Monday to Friday, so Mr LA moved to Devon too. Normal kissing service was resumed.

In 2008 we kissed our way to another baby. 9 months later we discovered there were more than enough kisses for baby Jesse too.

6 years, 2 babies and everything else in between and we’re STILL kissing.

Possibly one of, if not the, greatest on-screen kisses ever. I never, ever get tired of watching this film. If you haven’t seen it, sort it out (I’m talking to you Daisy!).


Loveaudrey xxx

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