I did, at least, cut down on drinking the rest of the time. I explained to April that I couldn’t get blind drunk ever again because the guy in the club had scared me. It was easier, I told her, just not to start drinking in the first place. She genuinely seemed to understand, and not to think I was boring. She told me she’d look out for me better in future, but that she respected my decision.

That didn’t mean she didn’t keep tempting me, though. Every time it was her round, she’d arch an eyebrow at me before paying, as if to ask if I wanted a shot in that non-alcoholic cocktail. The shameful truth was that I did. I really did. But I didn’t trust myself.

It’s possible that I didn’t quite trust April, either. I knew some of her behaviour was bad for me. The way she would sometimes arrive to meet me in what she liked to call Predator Mode, which I’ve never once told you about. I didn’t think you’d want me to spend so much time with a serial cheat who would periodically home in on some guy while we were out and leave me to get a cab home.

But I didn’t worry all that much about it. I was more responsible now. I didn’t need her to stay the whole night and keep an eye on me. I wasn’t drinking, and I was in control. There would be no more guys with their hands all over me.

It all seemed manageable until, three weeks after Dina got engaged, you proposed to me.

I’m not blaming you for proposing. I’m really, truly not. My first rush of unbelievable happiness on that Iceland trip, when you dropped down in front of me in the shadow of Gljúfrabúi (I had to look up how to spell that again) was one hundred per cent real. You looked beyond handsome, more so because you were clearly nervous. You cared so much that I accepted you.

And that ring you chose. God, it was wonderful, Niall. It was like you’d somehow been there every time I’d sighed over someone else’s sparkles, and understood that I would want something slim enough and small enough to wear when I played. You hadn’t gone for some great big, flashy stone like the one Dina was waving around, but for something I would genuinely love.

I’ve never told you quite how grateful I was for that, Niall. It was that, as much as anything else, that made me cry as I said yes.