I was 22 and heavily into drugs. Had three jobs, a share house of crazy friends, and a room to let. She arrived to see the room. Beautiful does not do her justice. I thought she was shy, but it was just her poor English.
We dated, saved, travelled Australia and worked, and finally flew off together to see the world. I stopped the drugs, and consumed experiences instead.
We were a tumultuous couple. Highly sexual, intense emotions, and teetered between love and hate on a daily basis. I live in London, her in Madrid. We spend every second week together in either city for two more years. I proposed on the Bridge of Sighs in Venice. She said “you don’t mean that” and declined. She was right.
Step forward a few years. No contact whatsoever, and she arrives in Sydney unannounced. I have a child and a partner, but meet her and a mutual friend for the day. I invite her for dinner at home with my partner. As I drive her to our home, she told me she has come back to see if we can be together again. This should be a fun dinner!
That was it. She disappears forever.