Dean and I had our last day yesterday because both our families were coming today.

I had a lump in my throat and a knot in my stomach the whole day, trying to fight back tears.

Everywhere we went, I felt emotional thinking this was going to be my last London outing alone with Dean, just the 2 of us.

Every restaurant we went, I couldn’t enjoy the food, knowing that that was probably going to be my last time eating there in a long time.

Everytime I looked at Dean, my heart ached thinking of the long distance relationship we’d have after the summer ends.

I was so fragile and sad, that everytime someone says “you’re going to be fine” or “there’s Skype!“, tears just pour down my cheeks instantly.

Last night, Dean said things to me that were so special I will remember forever. We talked about how fast 3 years had gone by, and there is not one thing we could’ve done to make it better because it was perfect. We did everything we wanted to do, went places we wanted to see, ate things we wanted to eat.

We laughed, we made jokes, we developed a friendship that was so natural and effortless.

If anyone knew me best, it would be Dean. He can predict what I’d say and do, it’s quite scary.

That’s how I know it’s special.

We’ve been through so much together, and I know we can get through this. Dean said it’s another chapter of our story, and he’s right. I should just be mature, and make this new chapter as amazing as the first one, but in a different way.

Anyway, I’m extremely excited to see my parents today!

I called Sofia earlier, crying.

“It’s the end of an era!” I wailed, helplessly.

“Awwww. It’s not the end, it’s a new beginning.”

Silence.

“When are you going to see him next?”

“Later, for lunch.”