I sighed as I reached for the dials to one of the controls in the studio I was sitting in, a hot mug of coffee sitting next to me. The pretty charm bracelet I wore caught the light and gave me a pang of sadness. It happened every time.
Three years ago I moved to LA as all my dreams were coming true. But I left behind maybe the best thing to ever happen to me. The last I saw him I'd left him on a train platform back in England, a million words left unsaid. Now years later I never thought I'd seem him again, the only memory of our time together the pretty charm bracelet on my wrist.
Or so I thought....... ;-p
