3 weeks to go.

I had a week full of thoughts the main one being

"why did I agree to go to Barcelona to meet Teddy, what am I trying to do to myself".

I've slowly been thinking it's going to be torture meeting Teddy again, it's been 4 long years but that's not it. The problem is I have fallen for this image that he's turned into in my head and I'll go and either shatter the image which will hurt like hell or confirm the image which will eventually hurt like hell when we come to saying goodbye!

I'm booked, I'm going, I can't turn the clock back but why I made this decision now I'll never quite know. Oh well only 3 weeks to go!