I lean back against my couch, exhaling as I stare straight ahead blankly with one arm resting against the back of it. You’re sat in the armchair a few feet away, also staring straight ahead. I don’t even know what’s going through your head right now. I mean, I have an idea, but I also really don’t.

My tour just ended a few weeks ago and one may assume that was good for us, because we could spend more time together. However, I brought you along with me for pretty much most (if not all) of it. So instead, you may think that nothing would change between us, since we’ve been inseparable for months already. However, you would still be wrong.

Which is exactly why we just mutually decided a few minutes ago to call it quits. We just…didn’t have that spark anymore.

It’s odd. You traveled around the world with me, went to my shows, we created some amazing memories together, seemed like we were utterly in love with each other, and yet we lost the spark almost as soon as we came back to London.