And for a while it was perfect

I remember the long flight, the cerulean sky, the heavy air, how we squeezed in the Tube trains, the museums, the schools, the way the grass smelled, the grand buildings on every street, that long bus ride to Oxford,the markets, the way we went to bed at 4a.m. when the sun was rising, the cool weather and good food.

But most importantly I remember the way I felt, the way I was genuinely happy and content. The way I felt that if I died that day I would be content,

the way for 11 days we could pretend that it never had to end,

and for a while, it was truly perfect. :)

And if I could go back, I would.