He left on a Sunday as families tucked into their roast dinners, sheep grazed in their fields and the world continued to revolve slowly on its axis. After a perfect weekend of coffee in cafes and arm-in-arm walks she was blissfully blinded. So when he said ‘I love you but I can’t be with you anymore, it’s not fair’, it was the last thing she had expected. He was leaving her to chase the dream of a woman he had loved before her, a woman who had left him to travel half way around the world in search of adventure because their life together had been lacking. ‘I really believe you can love two people at once’ he said, was this some scant effort at making her feel better she wondered as the hot tears began to roll down her cheeks. He couldn’t bear to see her cry so he did what came to him instinctively, he put his arms around her and held her tight and one thing lead to another. Later as he got dressed and packed his things the sun began to set, sending shards of pinks and purples crashing silently into the cotswolds. And while the world carried on she sat in bed clinging to her duvet, trying to wring some comfort from it as she watched him leave for the last time.