All that matters

As John walked down the stairs in an identical leather jacket to mine, I let out a laugh.

‘You really are my soulmate,’ I told him.

I’d first met John in 2005 and after a date to Vodka Revs, we never looked back.

We were always at the pub, and we loved having fun and raving to dance music.

However, John suffered with deep vein thrombosis (DVT), and when he was 30-years-old, it left him ill after a blood clot formed in his leg.

He’d already suffered from one when he was 18, but after this second clot, he needed to take blood thinning medication daily.

‘I need to grow up,’ John told me shortly after.

We’d met in our 20s and now we were in our