Turns out, Hannah was really, really good at ignoring me. In addition to an embarrassing number of unanswered texts, she'd also ignored a bouquet of mixed flowers I sent her. One morning, I'd even dropped off a phone charger outside her door with a note that said: 'Just in case you need battery.'

I'd officially run out of ideas. Which was why I decided to go out and have a drink with friends. 'A drink' turned into 'a lot of drinks.' And as more and more alcohol pumped through my veins, my need to see Hannah grew stronger and stronger. Too strong for me to fight. Alcohol had always made...