It's been a year since I came to London. I was writing my second book. Lance came to visit me 6 months ago. I didn't want him to go. But his training school was open so he got busy, I got busy with my book. I would call him, he was training. When he would call me, I was at work. We kept missing each other. Distance was definitely getting between us.
"I think it's best if we just take a break. It's better this way than keep hurting each other more cause of the distance. When you come back, I'll be waiting for you. I love you, princess."
"I think that's the best we can do for now. I love you, babe. I'll see you soon." With that I hung up. I cried myself to sleep that night.
The next few weeks I buried myself in work. I didn't want to think about Lance. It hurts so bad. But we were hurt
