I had been living in Cyprus for 5 years, fantastic life, small house in the middle of nowhere, 3 dogs, horse, great friends and social life and many evenings sitting on the balcony with candles a good bottle of chilled white and great music having me time! I had friends with benefits but no interest in a relationship as I was enjoying being alone for the first time in 15 years.
A friend of mine was dating a guy who was a Financial Advisor and he was bringing some clients over to look at investments on the Island, I was invited along to answer questions about how it was living on the Island.
I started talking to a man and 10 hours later we were still talking, at the end of the evening we said goodbye we did not exchange numbers as he was living in Holland which was a 4 hour flight away just said "that was a lovely evening and if you come back we must catch up again".
The following day my friend called me saying that "James would like your number can I give it to him?" I said yes why not thinking he lives in Holland I live in Cyprus it's safe enough.
2 Months and after nightly 3 hour phone calls he came over for a fortnight to visit me again, we had a fantastic time and on the night before he went back up in a restaurant in the mountains we admitted that we were in love with each other.
I arranged to visit him in Holland for New Year and again we had a fantastic time, the day I was due to leave I got a call saying that the job interview I was due to have had been put off for three weeks so I stayed on.
Two weeks later he asked me to move to Holland to be with him, on the 16th January I flew back to Cyprus and in 5 days rented out my house, sold all my furniture, sold my car, put the dogs into quarantine in preparation to fly to Holland, sold my horse to my best friend.
On the 24th January I flew back to Holland, on the 3rd March the Dogs flew into Holland.
That was 10 years ago and we are still stupidly in love and very vary happy
