Opening the front door with a smile on my face, I was looking forward to a friendly catch up.
Especially as my old pal Romeo, 44, would always make a huge effort.
Coming over to mine, bearing ingredients to whip up a storm in the kitchen, he would cook me a nice meal.
The steak was my favourite.
And we’d put the world to rights with our long, meaningful and in-depth conversations.
There was no topic that was off limits. Romeo knew everything about me – he’d been in my life for over 10 years.
From how I’d experienced childhood trauma to even how I’d fallen into the wrong crowd.
It wasn’t quite the life I had planned, and I was desperate to find a way out.
However, Romeo always…