Berlin. Now here. I love seeing new places but I wanted you there (and here) with me. I know they’ve told you how I feel and you haven’t budged. I thought a text at least – just a “hola” would be enough. After chatting to a complete stranger about you on the plane I’ve concluded, embarassingly, that this really was all in my head. I thought I’d mastered avoiding such situations years ago. I truly wish you nothing but happiness. I’m just gutted as everything you do just amazes me. You’re great. I’ll make this awkwardness I’m creating pass.