Originally, I had no idea. I never knew that just falling in love with someone could give you such a thrill, could make you feel so warm inside, could fill you with such strength, and could make your whole world brighten.

But as long as I believed you loved me, I was happy.

Thoughts of you became the island of peace in the sea of chaos that had taken place within in my mind.

I remember my heart racing within the shell, namely the body, an echo of that clear-skied night that felt like it was so long ago it might as well be another life entirely.

Except then, I knew nothing was going to happen but I kept telling myself I was going to make it work.

The smell of wine on her breath, the feeling of her fingers through the fibre of my clothing, the scent of her alluring hair underneath my chin.

My hands remained out in front of me, daring to touch her, caress her.

The temptation is there for me to kiss her, to embrace her, to tell her everything will be fine...

The thought of the text you last sent me doesn't stray too far from my mind.

The feeling of walking through Mayflower park is one of very deep nostalgia.

I wanted to savour every moment with her. I loved her.