Hugh Grant

Mid-twenties from the perspective of a romcom:

Any moment Hugh Grant will pop his head around the corner of my office and Britishly excuse himself for interrupting while trying to downplay the double take he took when he saw me

Months later he’s asked me out and we cut a perfect shape together. It’s love – we don’t even fight, ever – no, really

Making dinner one night I watch Hugh on the couch absently browsing Netflix for a movie we’re both going to regret watching. I go to bed before him, tired and dressed in comfy, unattractive pyjamas – why didn’t he help with the dishes?

There’s a new male colleague at work... He’s delicious but off-limits. I secretly wish Hugh could be this new man and all his writing-room, stereotypical perfections – Hugh passive aggressively tries to win me back but only makes things worse

After two weeks of hot and cold love-making Hugh and I finally communicate about how we really feel by yelling, in the middle of the night, slightly drunk, in the rain

We promise each other we’ll never let ourselves feel that way again
We get married

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Krysana Hanley is a writer and poet based in Tāmaki Makaurau. She wrote a poem everyday for over 2 years just to prove she could do it. She dreams of writing something that will outlive her.