I walked beside the evening sea
And dreamed a dream that could not be;
The waves that plunged along the shore
Said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!"

I know what I want to do is very very naughty. I want to wait for him again. I know I should forget all about him and get on with my life, but those emails...I can't just let him go. .

I know what I SHOULD do about Julian. But I also know what I WANT to do, and it's not what I should do. Weighing it up though...what's more important? The next twelve months or the next fifty years? Should I be miserable without for twelve months and then be delieriously happy for the next fifty years?