At first, every love song had meaning.
Now, every tune that speaks of heartache and reproach makes sense.
Now the birds don't sing, the stars don't shine and the nights are far too cold. Now Its all dull and tasteless.
I forced myself to admit I was just another of his many girlfriends, although it pained like a stabbing in my young soul. But its not his fault, no, it's mine. I shouldn't have been so foolish, so unwary, so in love.

In psychology we had learnt about the five stages of grief; Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and lastly, Acceptance.
But losing him was not as simple as described in a textbook,
he was right when he said life cannot be lived by reading.

Because I've denied it, I've been irate nonstop, then I've tried hard oh so hard to forget about my pride and go begging at his feet to forgive me... I've cried and cried, but I've not yet accepted that Joe is gone from my life.

"Passengers for the flight Five-O-Four please make your way to the gate at this moment."
The lady on the speaker interrupts my thoughts, I begin to walk.

I've left letters for Piper and Mattey, my two bandmates and best friends, explaining why I must go home.
I've finished the school year, I did so a week ago, and I had no reason to stay here, not anymore anyway. My parents had been calling nonstop, asking I come home but I ignored them, I did it for Joe. But now that's finished so why would I stay?
To wallow in a memory? A memory that would only make me wish to turn back time, a memory that fills me with rage every time I begin to imagine him with someone who is not me; going on with his life while I sit in a beat up room in a beat up town.
No, I'm going to California.
After all, everything has an end, and the end of this chapter is overdue. Goodbye London.