4 years earlier
"I'm so sorry." I say as tears stream down my face.
He doesn't say anything. I can see the pain in his eyes. It makes me hurt even more. A few tears slip down his face.
"I have to go. I'm sorry" I turn and start to move towards the door, but he grabs my hand and pulls me into him. He kisses me, more passionately than he had before. "Please don't go. I love you. I need you with me. We can figure something out." His voice was shaky as he spoke. Another tear rolls down his face.
"I love you. But I have to go. It's for the best. Maybe we will get to talk to eachother in a few years. I'm really sorry." I say. I pull out of his warm embrace, and walk out the door and got into the cab that was waiting.
Once I got to the airport, I said goodbye to the beautiful place where I belong. I grabbed my small bag of belongings and walked inside.
I don't want to go back to America. I don't want to live there. I love England. This is where I belong. I want to call it my home. But this is for the best. Everything will work out after a couple of years. I hope.
