Halfway through the year he told me he had the feeling that I loved him more than he loved me; that I was too good for him and that he wished he met me when he was older. I didn’t know what to do with that information, but it made me doubt his feelings towards me. It did not mean the end of our relationship though. In the second half of our year apart, he had to study a lot and I only got the visit after two months. By the time the end of the school year came near, I had found a job and was looking forward for him to come back. He on the other hand didn’t want to leave the excitement that is London, coming home to an old life and a student job.

We had a second nice summer and I was glad we made it through the test. I thought our problems had gone away, but in September he repeated his previous doubts. I decided there and then that we would put a stop to our relationship. I had the feeling I kept him imprisoned in something he didn’t want and thought it better to ‘set him free’. In the months that followed I was heartbroken and really learned the value of having good roommates, friends and family.