He wasn’t just good-looking, but insanely bright, too. He’d lived all over the world with his diplomat parents and spoke five languages fluently. I was bowled over. A quarter of women have turned down the bended knee and diamond ring. We were inseparable for the next year but gradually, although I couldn’t bear to admit it to myself, cracks began to develop.  Ben wanted to spend every spare minute with me and I felt stifled. Little things I’d once found charming began to irritate me, like the way he teased me if I mispronounced a complicated French word.

I realized we were too different to be together he was from a posh background and public school while I was educated at a comprehensive, and my parents were teachers. I started wondering how I could end things, and as we had only weeks of university left together I thought we’d just go our separate ways.

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