I saw Stephen for the first time at my son’s school, where he was a teacher. We both remember the moment our gazes met across the room. But it wasn’t until 15 years later when we became more than friends – right as the Covid lockdowns arrived in Melbourne.
Our relationship started as a fling. The world felt wild then, and I think we felt wild too. We were smarting from painful breakups and only looking for comfort and company in each other, enjoying a strong physical attraction while drinking too much wine on too many nights of the week. Neither of us was seeking new love. We swore we wouldn’t get attached.
