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I was twenty five and still single. I'd been single for at least five years now and I was just about ready to give up. In all fairness I didn't blame them for not wanting me. I didn't blame anybody for not wanting me. I was just plain old Phil. The dorky kid that sat at the back of classes and had no friends, the kid who was obsessed with Pokemon and all things weird.
It was around November time when everything changed; I'd been speaking to some guy on Twitter and Tumblr called "danisnotonfire" and we'd spoken quite a few times about meeting up. Honestly, I half expected him not to show up. Just to forget about me and not bother.
The harsh winter winds started to freeze me to the spot. I'd completely stopped shivering now and I was just stood still, my shoulders hunched and my gloved hands clutching at my upper arms to keep as much heat in my body as possible. There was no use, to be honest. There was no reason to carry on and I was just about to turn and make my way back home before I felt two slender arms curl around my torso from behind.
I wished I could have been happy right then, but with all the cold and bitter weather completely numbing me all I could think was 'God, please don't rape me.' And then I remembered, I was Phil, so why would anyone even bother to take a second glance at me? As soon as the arms let go I realised that they were providing warmth and quickly took hold of them, making sure they were still pressed against my body.
Teeth chattering and voice shaking slightly I managed to force out, "Jesus, do n-not let g-go."
A small chuckle erupted from beside me, his warm breath hitting my skin and causing me to close my eyes in relief. I asked myself for a moment why we were just standing there and not actually making our way somewhere warm.
"Sorry," the voice then chimed, embrace tightening around my slim frame. I lolled my head back against his shoulder and closed my eyes, my arms sandwiched between my chest and his arms. "I'll be early next time, deal?" He then added, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck.
Despite the cold air he was warm. It felt like I'd just been on a hike to Alaska then returned home to a blanket, a fire and a steaming cup of cocoa. I smiled and leant my head against his, nuzzling my cheek into his soft, brunette hair which was now naturally curled from the flakes of snow which had dampened it.
Before I allowed myself to take a real look I attempted to recreate what he looked like in my head, remembering his chestnut hair, identicle coloured eyes and the slope of his nose. His lips the perfect shape and size. Then I turned around and held my breath, taking in his real beauty.
He's real. He's really real.
I knew it was ridiculous to even have to tell myself that, but I honestly couldn't imagine how someone could be so perfect. It was then that I realised it. He's the one.