He was my world. I was his. Then when he left me to go on tour, he was heartbroken and so was I. I heard the news, a crash, a plane crash, he was on that plane. I thought he was dead so I moved on with my life. Got a new boyfriend after a couple of years of grief and then found myself a good job. Well you could call it good in the sense it pays the bills, working at Tesco, stacking shelves and working on the counter. That was until I saw him again. Worn out, tired, still looking heartbroken until our eyes met.