You remember about the moments you shared, the ones where you actually were yourself for once in your life. Your true self. Not hiding behind an identity, a mask that you’ve eluded this world with.
You remember sharing your dreams, you told her how you’ve always felt at home in London. Like it is where you belong, and she asked you “Why don’t we move there?”, you hesitated to reply. After all, she was the only dream you ever chased.