Before you came along, I hated the city with a passion. Then you gave me reasons to love London. I still remember ever so vividly, you in your grey suit waiting for me outside Southwark station, the amazing dinner we had at Union Street cafe, the breathtaking view from the OXO tower, and our little stroll along the River Thames. I remember our awkward parting at Brixton (two partings in fact), you texting me after while I played with my hostess’s cat. You were so sincere, I ended up coming back to London for you. So two days later, you picked me up from Euston..
I remember that hot summer Thursday, the walk to the park, the flock of pigeons and our takeaway dinner on your sofa as I curled up to you. I remember Friday morning where you wouldn’t get up until I kissed you (as promised), I remember how alive Canary Wharf made me feel. I remember our little phone call whilst I was at Barclays’ gym, I remember bumping into you as we exited Brixton. You coming up straight to me, grabbing my hand and kissing me then telling me “I’ve missed you today”. I remember us outside that little pub where you told me about your family, and the sweet night that followed after.
I remember how we stayed in bed all Saturday, you telling me not to be upset about leaving. We had our lunch at 5, and you told me more about London. You showed me the side of London I never knew over my salmon salad, because “don’t get chicken salad, it might just come with chicken breast and you hate that don’t you?” I remember saying goodbye at Brixton, thinking that this was it.
But it wasn’t, because you kept it going. You rang me before my flight, and we spoke even more when I got to Singapore. It was all rainbows and unicorns, it was. And you were the first guy that I had properly let into my life in a long long while.
Now more than ever, I want a job in London. 4 years in Manchester and I’ve forgotten and missed the fast-paced city life, that one that invigorates me so much. You spoke to me about capital markets, and it was then that I knew for sure I wanted to be a corporate solicitor. And I couldn’t thank you more for that - my litigation experiences had almost killed my passion for law, and you (unknowingly) showed me the way out. I’ve chosen my electives yesterday, and I’m eager as hell to begin on capital markets, M&As and fund and estate planning. I know I have the potential to make it big. And I hope some day you’ll see that whilst I may have only been a 22 YO fresh-grad and you 27 and established when all of it happened, our lives are not / wouldn’t have been that different.
I’m spending almost 10 hours a day now preparing for classes and applying for jobs, but the physical fatigue doesn’t seem to keep me away from these thoughts. I miss you A, I wish things could have worked out.