It's strange how I'm suddenly getting flashbacks about the time we spent in Amsterdam. I remember when you were stuck in the infinity room for what felt like hours, and I got scared and I felt helpless and frustrated at not being able to get you out of there. It was quite frightening, you being stuck in an uncontrollable loop and me not being able I do anything about it. A part of me gave up at that moment. I wasn't exactly in the most sane state of mind either, so I suppose it was understandable.

I remember how everything was so perfect until it wasn't anymore. I remember just holding you and being so happy. The room felt bright and pink, and it was as if we were alone in a different time and space — a world of our own. I think that one of the reasons I was so frustrated when you ended up in that predicament was because I was so annoyed that perfect moments with you never seem to last.

I remember our personalities, yours and mine. You had 7 although I can only remember 6: The perfectionist, the big brother, the zen master, the mischievous child, the horny boy, the rebel. I had 4: The baby, the happy child, the hyper-sensitive one and Tigress. It's funny how we're so different. It made a lot of sense though. I could see those traits in us normally. It just became more prominent.

I suddenly remembered the time we were taking the shuttle bus from Stansted to the City of London, and I started crying because I felt that we were just too different and you told me that that's why we work so well together. Isn't it a good thing that we're so different? I don't know anymore. I remember when we were in Hellerup in the winter and told you that maybe we have different ideas of love and what love is, and that maybe we should just end things right there; and you pulled me back into your arms on the bench on the way to the old folks home and said that you wanted me to move to Denmark, and did I want to be your girlfriend? And I said yes. But looking back on it now, everything felt so rushed and so abrupt. Maybe we really should've ended things there and then. We might've saved ourselves a lot of unnecessary heartache, and maybe we could still be friends. I don't know.