[[[all of my flaws]]][[[part ii]]]

7.

I didn't really engage him during the car ride. I was terrified that if I looked at him or spoke to him, everyone would know. Or I would fall apart. I'd held on to my feelings for years. The day I left I had tried to put everything behind me and move on. Not a single day had gone by when I thought I'd made the wrong decision. I missed him terribly. I missed his smile, his constant humming and how I felt when we embraced. But I couldn't go back. After a few weeks of anger towards what he'd done, I realised he had only meant to keep me safe. He had loved me. And then the guilt had taken over; I had invaded his life, married him and run away. He must've hated me. And probably even more so now I had crashed his tour. I just had to keep my head down and get on with it. It would all be over in four weeks and we'd never have to see each other again.