Ours was a forbidden love.

Supervising an offender - such passion. Heated glances, lingering accidental touches, inconsequential chat and walking the long way round when we needed to go to external appointments. All with the knowledge that nothing could come of it. So tragic. One final farewell hug, outside a supermarket of all places.

Then we parted. Will Young (but not him him, and I.

WTF dream self?