We first met when I was 14 and I fell in love. I never forgot her; it was too early for me but for 12 years I lived in the knowledge we’d be together some day. And we did. And it was amazing. Waking up every day was spectacular because I knew she was mine; we had the best of times, and when I was less than happy she was always there to make me smile.
But things change, life moves on, and I left her, safe in the knowledge I could still see her once in a while. I wasn’t going far.
I can’t tell if those once in a while visits are making me happier or sadder. But I can tell that sometimes you just find the one and nothing else will ever compare.
I miss London.