Sod’s law says that if something can go wrong, it will.
But what do you call it when you meet a guy you really like (the first one you’ve liked in ages) only days after you’ve decided to leave the country?
What do you call it when you’ve found someone rare: a decent man that actually texts back, turns up on time and makes the bed without asking? A man that you have genuine chemistry with?
What do you call it when he is the right amount of teasing, but complimentary; of silent, but talkative; of just like you, but totally not at all.
What do you do when he says the very words you’ve been avoiding thinking for weeks, “I wonder where this could’ve gone?”
So of course, you also wonder, because it could’ve gone nowhere, but it equally could’ve gone somewhere too. You wonder if it could’ve been so much more.
But you know that it doesn’t matter what you wonder, not really. The decision to leave is done, is bigger, is still absolutely the right thing to do.
He is still amazing, it was great whilst it lasted.