University Work Year 1

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/8_TxyEDI8sk

My Dear Anna, 

It seems silly to write to you after all this time. I know after everything that happened you may not even read this letter, but I found an old picture of us today as I was packing up the house to move to my new home, it is surrounded by reds and has the cutest garden and lake nearby it reminds me of the Thames, especially when to raining, it gets as grey as the clouds above. It took me back to the day when the flower market was ruined by the rain and outfits were destroyed. 

Do you remember that day? 

Do you remember me? 

I do wonder about that sometimes. Do you know how much I miss those days, the time I pent with you exploring the ally’s of our home. Finding those hidden libraries and parading around the galleries thinking we where royalty. The fun we had. 

I never told you that the photos I took with you were my favourite, I still have them you know, all of them. I wish I could show you them again you were always so proud of me, and your smile rivalled the stars above us. But I know I can. No matter how much I long to go back to that time we cannot. Not after what I did, and I cannot blame you at all. I hope you are happy with the family you have made because you deserve all the happiness, and I am sorry I could not give that to you. I was simply scared of what would happen to me, to us. I know the world is more accepting nowadays toward us, but I still cannot help feeling judged every time we are out together. I know that is a poor excuse and it comes with the territory, but I do not know I was too weak, too cautious, and too aware of other people.  

I wish I did not care what people thought but I am only human, and we both know how ruthless some humans can be. To be honest with you, you were my inspiration and with you, I was able to see the world differently different way, a better way and without you by my side that world has seen the way and without you by my side that world has seemed dimmer, and has seemed dimmer, duller. 

I would do anything to go back to our home in Canary Wharf. To those restaurants. Those late-night study sessions. To those days when we would just walk along the streets talking about whatever we wanted. To those crazy nights at the club where we would barely manage to stumble home. To that horrendous hangover which never seemed to fully go away. To my home. 

To you 

But I cant and it kills me knowing that. 

Maybe in another lifetime huh 

But until that day, my love  

Until we meet again 

Forever yours till the end of time 

Piper