Another dizzy day. Estee left for Boston this Wednesday, so we hugged and said goodbye at Three Bridges. I went on to London, walked around a bit, then went back to Brighton and gazed out the window at Three Bridges. But she had left Gatwick a while ago already. I realised I might never see her again (note to self: go to Boston!). When I got back to the hotel room, I cried a bit. Not to loudly though; the builders were right outside still.

The following day I left the UK as well. As I got to Harwich just minutes after my boat (Stena HSS) had left for Holland, I had hours to kill before another one would come. All that thinking time made me realise how buggered up I am. I wrote her a letter, declared that I already miss her loads, that I apologise for the way I behaved – being so undead – and that I love her. But I am not sure I do. The boat got me to Hook of Holland terribly late, so I had to spend the night in a Rotterdam hotel, before getting back to Nijmegen on Friday. I hate Rotterdam, especially when I want to be in Boston with Estee.

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