I wanted to turn around at that moment and march back towards the bench, grab you by the hand and tell you...

Tell you I love you, tell you that you're beautiful, tell you I'll be there when you need me.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

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've tried so hard. I had done everything I can. But I've always felt the same. Thinking about you, my friends, your friends and your religion. I know I shouldn't be doing this but I couldn't give you up.

At this point, I knew it was over. There was no other way to interpret what happened the last time I saw her. In some ways, not having to hear from you again has helped me move on from that period of my life.

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

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.

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.

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...

Those little moments we shared between us felt like a personal treasure chest. One thing I thought for sure was that I wanted to protect that smile she so fleetingly wore around the few people we encountered.

It’s easy to be in love, but what do you do after you fall out of love?

But I do still like her. I really care about her. That feeling is mine alone. When things are going well with me and her, I always wish you would stay with me.

I became the architect of my own personal hell and you were the walls of 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.