Irregular choice?

She remains the only person I have ever met to have brought me a cuppa at the bus stop. She also remains the only person I have ever met to have been cruel enough to have reduced me to tears in a university cafeteria. She was a very intriguing mix of things, Sophie was.
We had catchphrases, in-jokes, nicknames. And then we had one, blazing row. In the beginning I thought we would always be together, that that was how we belonged. Throughout the course of our obsession with eachother she did lots of things, and I did lots of things, to change my mind.

Oh God, I was head over heels. She was infectious: gruff, giggly, often rude, always in charge, a year older, refreshingly none the wiser for it, cool. I was in awe: trying hard not to be shy, just about able to decipher a camera, glittery with chunky jewellery, peroxide blonde. We fell for eachother, but I think it was some girl's shoes that sparked the initial attraction. It didn't matter then. We had met. We had connected like jigsaw pieces. We were very hard to separate; we were part of the same picture.