Love is patient (KickThePJ, Dan and Phil)

Little old Walton

So then what? Well the next morning we spent a long time talking about how we hated being apart:

Enfys: I miss you already
Me: It's almost unbearable being without you already
Enfys: Have you seen the stuff from last night yet?
Me: No. Why?
Enfys: Apparently the vlogs of the party show a bit more than we wanted

That was one of the rare occasions in my life where everything had stopped and I was unsure of what to do next. Try to avoid these moments young one, for they are unpleasant and scary.

Me: Oh no
Enfys: I know
Me: We aren't going to be like Dan and Phil with their "grand scheme" though
Enfys: Definitely not
Me: But I don't know how we'll tell our subscribers

And that was entirely true. I didn't want to share that much information with my fans. At least I didn't want to share that much at that time. As you know, I did eventually tell them but it wasn't a game. That's what you must understand, young one, this was serious. I'd waited long enough to be with Enfys, I wasn't going to let some boring teenagers on the internet pressure us to go faster. For love is patient, so called "fangirls", however, find that a very difficult and uninteresting concept. They want it all and immediately. Please try not to be like the fangirls, young one. Be patient. Because love is patient.

We however, did not want to be particularly patient before we saw eachother again. One thing I realised on this journey, young one, is that as well as being patient, love is very strong if between the right people. Love was the force drawing us closer. I didn't feel pushed, I just felt a need. Almost as if I was addicted to her. It felt like I needed her.

That's why the day after the party, I went to stay in little old Walton-on-Thames with her. She'd lived in Walton for a lot of her life but grown up in Wales on the outskirts of Aberystwyth. We should go there one day, young one, you and me, it's a beautiful place. It has everything: all sorts of shops, a beach, a castle and even an arts centre with a theatre. You'd like it there young one. She always loved it.

So anyway, we'd both agreed on my spontaneous trip to Walton. Walton is a nice town too. Not as nice as Aberystwyth in my opinion and hers but still nice. It was a lot more modern in Walton. Why do I say was? Well I haven't been there in a while, it could have changed. She lived in a small house with her parents. Once she'd finished university, Enfys had found herself in a bit of a dilemma, she wanted to still live in Surrey but the houses weren't cheap there and she couldn't find a flat mate. She eventually moved back in with her parents promising to move out as soon as possible. Her bedroom was small but comfortable. She told me since that her parents would have hated that I was there without them knowing but they had gone back to Wales for a small holiday. Thank god. That was such an amazing weekend. We spent a lot of time cuddled up on her sofa with her dogs. I remember them clearly. Two little Italian greyhounds: Maggie and Princess. Maggie was Princess' mother and they were the cutest dogs ever. Maggie was mostly black with a little bit of white, and she liked to have her own way. That's how she ended up between me and Enfys. If I'd had my way there would have been no gap between the two of us. Princess, on the other hand, was not that much of a princess. She was grey with similar patterns to her mother and liked to have her own space.

We also walked the dogs by the riverbank and said hello to her family friends at the local rowing club. On the way back she told me how that rowing club had started off the careers of olympians and how much her grandfather had done to help the club and that there was a very useful window facing up the river upstairs in his honour. She also showed me how it was where FunForLouis parked his bus when he had a party on it. In any other circumstances I would have found that information boring but from her, I could never be uninterested. I could've listened to her talk forever.

When we got back, we ordered pizza and watched TV whilst eating it with the dogs. After eating we went to bed. Luckily we were not joined by the dogs for that.

The next morning, neither of us wanted me to leave but we knew I had to. I remember the sinking feeling I felt in my chest as we stood on her doorstep just kissing. We then began to walk outside to her little car when we saw her neighbor retrieving a parcel from a doorstep with a small dog circling around his legs. He looked the same age as Enfys and looked up at her, confused, as we walked past she stopped in front of him and said "Luke, this is PJ. PJ, this is Luke. I've known him since we went to secondary school". I gave him a smile before he said "alright" unsurely and turned back to return into the warmth of his house.

In the car on the way to the station Enfys explained that Luke went to school with her and that he had grown up in the very house he was living in. His mother had died when he was 16 and his father worked overseas so he had inherited the house himself. She also explained that he had a lot of friends that had all grown up in the same town so some of them lived with him and his dog which looked exactly the same as the dog he'd had as a child. By that time we'd reached the station. A long kiss goodbye and the next thing I knew I was in the way back home. Missing her already.

Did I go back to see her? Well of course I did but not everyday. Her parents met me a few times and seemed to like me. We also walked her dogs with Luke and his dog a few times and I even met some of her other school friends. My point here is that we took our time. You already know the saying, young one.