Daisy

Dear London,

You've been so distant lately - why is that? I'm not expecting the same excitement as when we first met and moved in together, I was only 18 then and I thought that you were so grown up and exciting - and that you made me exciting. I knew that couldn't last forever and I didn't want it to.

Remember though, when we would go to that National Theatre together, or go exploring on Primrose Hill in mittens on Bonfire night? Remember the games that we used to play trying to blag our way into A list clubs - drinking champagne and laughing all night? Or those cosy nights we would spend in the local, drinking sometimes silently and in peace.

What happened London? When did it go wrong? When did we start to get bitter? When did you stop making an effort? Actually that's not fair I think that maybe I stopped...

Do you remember sweetheart when you used to meet me off the plane or the train and I wuld run to you with open arms? All the way home I would have been plotting things that we could do and people we could meet. All the way home I would be so proud that you and I belonged together because you were the greatest thing on earth - and I've been some places! I would feel butterflies waiting for the first glimpse of you out of the window.

Of course lover, there were things I didn't see at the time. I didn't see the way that you came between me and my family and made it hard for us to meet up, I didn't see that you encouraged me to over-indulge in sex, drugs and rock n roll. How could I see that when I was so in love? Were you in love too?

I do still love you London, but we need to do more than party and play now, we need to start to think how we can grow old together, I just have this horrible feeling that there is a whole new batch of bright eyed teenagers you would rather be playing with - and that it time, at last, for this once passionate love affair to end.

Love always

Daisy x x

6.10.03 14:18