My DF and I have known eachother since I was 5. He was my brothers best friend when they were kids, and being the younger sister I was always hanging around my big brother.
When I was 16 and lived in Malta, I told my mother that I had always had a crush on Steven. When I was 17, I returned to the UK. I looked so different from when I left at 15, I guess I looked really grown up. When I had been in Malta, I had started to work 2 jobs and had a boyfriend, and he was not good to me at all. I grew up fast and I think everyone realised how much I had changed. In the UK, my brother knew I had a crush on Steven, and didn't encourage it. I started dating again and at 18, my current boyfriend and I broke up and I called my brother, crying down the phone. He happened to be at Steven's house, so Steven heard the whole thing.
Steven started coming round to our house more then and one day I was going to the library in the city and Steven said he was walking that way could he walk with me? I of course said yes, he was really shy and although we had known eachother for so long we had never really talked that much. We spent an hour talking and laughing, then we said our goodbyes.
We both had consoles (PS) and we both played Micro Machines, he would call and use his lap times as an excuse to talk to me.
One night, when he called, my brother was out. Steven asked if I would meet him that Mon morning and we could go for a walk. There were really nice fields up where he stayed, so I agreed.
We spent about 3 hours walking in those fields and I was expecting him to say he liked me, but nothing

We started to walk back and I felt miserable. He was walking behind me and suddenly blurted out, 'I've liked you for years, I mean
REALLY like you.' I kept walking and was sort of shaking and I said 'I've liked you for years too'
He thought he had misheard me, so ran up to me and turned me around.
'What did you say?'
'I said I've always liked you' shy smile appearing.....
He beamed at me and took my hand and we began walking to my home together, silent and content with our own thoughts.
We began discussing what our intentions were. It had always been known that I wanted to return to Australia and in 6 months time I was due to leave. Steven said he would rather have 6 months with me than nothing. We decided that because we weren't to know if we would work at all it was better to not tell my brother straight away. Too late, us walking hand in hand down the street, my brother was walking towards us.
He didn't say anything there and then, but he called me on my cell an hour later and asked why he saw us holding hands......After some hard times from my brother, it was accepted we were together, and Steven and I became inseperable, we saw eachother everyday and we moved in together 2 months after we started seeing eachother.
We have had some bumpy roads, people saying we would never last, but 8 years on we are still together. I decided to stay here for him, but together, in a couple of years we are definately moving abroad. Ready to start a new chapter of our life together
