After three weeks of seeing you almost everyday, the charity project at the hospital was over. I was so sad but just because the project was over didn't mean I wasn't going to see you anymore.
I always had been the kind of guy who loved going home to visit his family but now that going to Accrington meant not seeing you, I hated it. And I was going home for a week.
I couldn't enjoy spending time with them because it felt like a part of me was missing.
After seven days that seemed to be way too long, I went back to London. Back to you.
You picked me up from the train station. When I saw you, I ran towards you, hugged you, picked you up from the ground and spun you around.
Now I wonder, Aspen, if a week without you was that hard, how hard is a lifetime without you going to be?
