It’s a universal truth that the moment you no longer have something, the more you want it back.
Now that we are not together I think about you a lot.
I think about times we’ve spent together, about the way you made me feel, the way you looked, felt, even the way you smelt.
You are a constant thought taking up room in my head. A song on constant replay in my mind.
I try to keep myself as busy as I can, in an attempt to distract myself from thoughts of you.
I remind myself that even when we were together, I wasn’t always happy, it wasn’t a perfect relationship. I had grown disillusioned with you for a while before we parted.
I know it’s only nostalgia that is glossing over the negatives and remaking my memories of you.
I fight the urge to look at old photos I have of you, to spy on you via the internet, trying not to wonder what I’m missing out on, and I work on focusing on the here, the now.
Even though I know that I will always be connected to you, I know that I have to get on with my life.
And right now my life is good, even if I am missing friends and family, and of course you, London…

I know Ten will be rolling her eyes at my overdramatic and somewhat clichéd tendencies, but this entry wrote itself…


Takae and her cute but seriously overactive daughter, Sara


Maria and Wil at kareoke



Random Japanese band we caught at a music night in Tsuyama's only club (that we know of so far)

Two wicked hip-hop dancers from the club night who wanted my pic so I got theirs too.