Excerpt From Diary?

I'm back in England now. On the plane I tried to let go- seeing the seasons we spent together dropping off the tv screen distance monitor thing as we left Beirut and the space between us grew. I still love him until aching point- I have ever since that quiet October night when he touched my hand and I felt truly alive for the first time. It hurts so much now but I know that time and distance will numb my pain and eventually I will forget him. The cold winds of London and Manchester will slice away at the warmth he stirs in my heart day at a time and the grey blanket of clouds will fog my memories of him. (2007)