Before I actually get started on my question come query I think I should give you a little insight into me. I know this may seem long winded and boring but it's all really important and relevant, so please have a look and tell me what you think.
Back when I was about 10 years old I had the ability to predict things, nothing big like someone was going to die or something terrible was going to happen. It was more like knowing what the next song was going to be on the radio or being able to tell when the phone was going to ring.
One day I mentioned it to my mum and she surprisingly said yeah, that used to happen to me as a kid too. Apparently certain female members of my family have been able to do these things. My mum once had a vision when I was a toddler of a dog running out of a back garden and attacking me, a few minutes later after she safely strapped me in the pram out of harms way, the very same dog sprinted past her.
After telling me this story, she then explained my heritage. My mum's side of the family are descendants of gypsies, she seems to think this has some kind of link to the things that happen.
From that moment on I embraced everything and tried to work out what it meant.
When I was thirteen I went through a stage where my ability actually caused physical pain. It was a dull, numbing ache that enveloped my entire left arm almost like it would during a heart attack, only it definitely was not a heart attack. I started writing these times down and one day as I was flicking through these times I saw something on the news, a little boy had tragically been run over and killed, at almost the exact time I felt this pain.
At first I thought I was just being a stupid kid but once the idea was in my brain, that was it. So every time I felt this pain, I would flick the news on at the end of the day and sure enough, tragic deaths were coinciding with my pain.
Most kids would have been frightened but I let it go until eventually it stopped.
There were other strange occasions like when I went to a music concert, they had a local guy on stage singing songs he had written. Songs that had never been published or released yet, I knew them word for word.
All of this stopped immediately one day back when I was 14 and I saw someone.
And that is where my question fits in. Do you or does anybody you know have a really deep, intense connection with someone?
I used to go out every Saturday and watch my cousin play football, we ended up in a place called Perranporth in Cornwall. Originally because I was 14 I assumed everything I felt was raging hormones and all that jazz, but stood just a few meters away was the cutest lad I'd ever seen.
Back in those days I wasn't really interested in boys but he really caught my attention, and for the rest of the match I couldn't take my eyes off him. I didn't even know the score until the game finished. As the game ended I watched the super tall, super cute guy walk away, pretty sure I was never going to see him again because I was 60 miles from home in a small seaside town.
But much to my surprise, first thing Monday morning, there he was stood in front of the school gates. Surprised? I was too, but that had nothing on later developments.
I pointed this guy out to a friend and she told me his name and how she knew him, for privacy purposes I'll call him Joe. From that moment on I watched Joe from the background, I never spoke to him and just hoped that one day a chance to talk would magically appear.
Fate heard me. When I was 16 my neighbour died very suddenly leaving his house empty, within a year on the market someone bought the house.
Who pulled up outside the house with keys to his new home? Joe and his recently divorced father.
If you are wondering where this is leading I'm about to tell you.
Obviously with us being neighbours, Joe and I became friends. He told me he came from a part of the city that was basically a slum, its a rough place to grow up and addled with drugs and drinking and all that business.
When his friends turned up to see the new house I later spoke to Joe and told him how I knew each friend and that they were trouble. Which they were.
Little by little we became good friends and I still much like when I first saw him, I would always watch him walk out his house or I would stand at the door just so I could say Hi. Something drew me to this boy, he'd just turned 15 when the moved in so he really was a boy.
Besides being drawn to Joe, nothing unusual had ever happened. Until the day he crashed his motorbike.
Joe's mum bought a motorcycle for his 16th birthday and he loved it, it gave him the freedom to escape home, that way he didn't have to spend as much time with his dad. There relationship had always been extremely strained at the best of times.
One day during that summer at about 4 in the afternoon I was sitting on my sofa and it suddenly occurred to me, I had not heard his motorbike since that morning, Joe always came home around two and then left again. But he hadn't been home.
Within seconds of that thought, I felt sick to my stomach. I had never felt something so intense and overwhelming before, it was crippling and I nearly lost myself then and there.
No more than thirty minutes later my mum came home and told me Joe had been heading towards a friends house, when a car pulled out suddenly and he smashed into it.
I was almost blown away. My friend had been knocked down by a car just seconds after my body physically warned me something terrible was going to happen.
Joe came home that night and was in agony, I didn't feel his pain up until the point I actually saw his dad and my dad carry him back into the house, when I saw how bad it was then I was overwhelmed by physical pain. Doubled over I carried myself up to bed and didn't move for the rest of the day.
The next morning I was fine and carried on with my week but the next week was even worse.
I had been in the city centre when I felt unusually anxious and uncomfortable, I tried to ignore it and carried on with my day, when my mum picked me up a few hours later she had more terrible news about Joe.
Three people had broke into his house with weapons while he was upstairs in the bathroom trying to get dressed, his dad chased these people from his house and ended up fighting with one of them.
Once again during the horrific events that took place in this boys life, I had actually felt what he was feeling, I wasn't there and didn't know what was going on at the time but I had felt it.
The three people were arrested and because of the assault, Joe's dad also had to go to the station, this left Joe alone. I immediately called a friend for him and they stayed the night, but the next night Joe was alone.
I had considered spending the night with him but he had insisted he was fine. Stupidly I believed him.
At about 3 o'clock that morning I bolted upright in bed and just burst into hysterical tears for no real reason, I just cried. I sent Joe a text later that day to check up on him and he told me that night had been bad.
He had been woken by a nightmare at 3 o'clock and literally sobbed until he was too exhausted to stay awake. That could not have been a coincidence. Same time. Same feelings.
That weekend Joe had to go for surgery to fix his broken wrist, his dad had been released from the police station and took him to hospital and then came home again. Joe and I had been talking on the phone up until the point the doctors wanted to take him into surgery, minutes after the phone went down I began to feel oddly lethargic and sluggish. Like I had been sedated myself.
When Joe came out from surgery and finally woke up a few hours later, he called again to say he was okay. He sounded as bad as I felt but very slowly as we spoke, he began to become more normal. The sedatives were wearing off and I could feel it.
This all happened nearly two years ago now and to this day I still have these moments, moments when I just feel everything he feels. We have an incredibly close friendship and maybe that is why I feel what he does, some people say its love, maybe I'm infatuated with this incredibly brave and resilient young man and its making me feel this things.
What I really wanted to ask is if anyone else out there has had any similar experiences. Joe has no idea any of this goes on, he has no idea I know when he's miserable or when he's ecstatic.
I want to know other peoples stories, whether you have exceptional bonds with a particular loved one or a really close friend? Maybe like me you were drawn to a complete stranger and that opened the gates to something as intensely bizarre.