Funny how a day can pivot on its axis and do a complete turnaround. I was feeling so down in the early afternoon that I was listening to Billie Holiday and weeping a bit. It was grey and dreary, and it seemed that summer was well and truly gone.

Then I started watching the French Open, and was trying to stop hyperventilating when I suddenly noticed that TA - of all people! - had tried to Facebook chat with me fifteen minutes ago. So, I picked up the thread, and we had a decent conversation, albeit a fairly distracted one:

TA
what u doing over summer?

Cherry

going back home

it's the end of my course now, so i'm moving out of the UK

TA

when u going?

Cherry

very soon :(

TA

gotta make sure i see u before u go

Oh, TA. I swore I wouldn't. I was thinking of texting you goodbye, but even that seemed like a bad idea. I don't know if you know how much I love you. I reckon you certainly have no idea that knowing you has enabled me to write two of my most important pieces of writing. And no boy has ever given me that same thrill, that rush that I felt when our eyes met the second time round. I count myself lucky to have been able to experience that.

And I promised myself the third time would be the last time. But if you want it, I think I do too. Sleeping with Boy #20 means nothing in this light. But with you, it can never be so easily dismissed.

And Will Turner has invited me round to dinner again tonight. Time to primp, I suppose.