Through the Gates

On my walk home from work yesterday, I stopped outside of my old college. I realised that the last time I had walked through those gates, I was hand-in-hand with her, giggling about our in-hand exam results, talking about how she was going to get accepted into her choice uni. I was happy with what I got, standard C's and B's, but I was most proud of her and wanted her to shine.
I can't say that I didn't want her to go to uni here just a little bit, but she knew she wanted to go to bath. I remember she cried with me more than once, worried that the distance would have torn us apart...I still don't think that's what did it. Besides, if she was That worried about, or didn't believe that we'd be ok that far away, then she would have stayed. I'm glad she didn't, she followed her dream and went to a beautiful city.

I walked through the gates. Wondered what I'd say to my former self if I met him as I walked in and he walked out. I think there'd be too much to say in one walk home. I'd probably just do the whole Back to the Future thing...
'Its your kids [Elliot], something's got to be done about your kids!'
That would work. Especially seeing as I'd know what we wanted to call any potential offspring. Weird discussions, but I wouldn't trade them for the world.

It was six months to the day on Saturday that she left me. She's still the most beautiful and special person I know and love. Sad day it was.

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