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blinds me.
    ‘Damn,’ I shout out into the silent room. I pull back the curtains while keeping my eyes shut tight. The warmth of the sun shines in and warms my body. I turn my back to it and try to open my eyes slowly to avoid the glare.
I look around the room at the mess I have created. The eiderdown and pillows are strewn all over the settee with cushions thrown about the room. Empty glasses and wine bottles are on every other surface. I remember again why I am in this mess. Why, oh why, did it have to happen now everything was going so well?
    I think again about the very first day we met. I hadn’t planned on meeting anyone or bringing anyone home, for all that matters. But I did, I know now what people mean when they say it was love at first sight. The very minute I looked into your eyes I was lost. You charmed me by being very attentive, not leaving my side that whole evening, listening and responding to my every word. Everyone was so taken with you and said what a handsome couple we made.
    Laura, my friend, who had invited me, just kept smiling at me with that knowing look.
    ‘Oh, I am so pleased,’ she announced, ‘Harvey is a wonderful guy you two will get along really well. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.’
    As I hadn’t taken the car to Laura’s, her mum had offered to drive us home. I thought this was a bit presumptuous but you didn’t seem to mind. I thought I’d play along and see how it would go.
    We arrived at my apartment and you walked in like you knew the place. Like you’d been there before, so at ease with yourself. We just sat on the settee and cuddled up to one another and that was the start to our relationship.
After a few weeks, I wondered how I had ever lived without you. You were my first thought in the morning and my last thought going to bed at night. You were there to greet me every evening and there to wave me off in the morning. At the weekends we’d sleep in, lying around the bedroom, reading and snoozing and generally taking it easy.
    Even my parents were crazy about you. If by chance I had to work away, they would call to the apartment every evening to make sure you were okay for everything. Dad would sit and chat with you, while mum whizzed round tidying the place. Washing your dirty dishes, making sure your bed was made fresh.
    But now, now that is all gone. I never thought living without you could be so hard.
    I come home every evening to this empty apartment and you’re not there. I try to make dinner. I pull out what I need from the fridge and think, Harvey will love this, only to remember you’re not here anymore. So instead of making dinner I just grab a bottle of wine and some crisps, rinse a glass under the tap and make for the TV. Anything to try and take my mind off you. Everywhere I look there are photos of you staring back at me so I just give way to tears again. The wine bottle empties so I just replace it with another.
    I’m not even sure what day it is today, to be honest, I don’t really care. I haven’t been to work now for days. My mother keeps leaving messages on the answering machine asking me how I’m doing. I mean, how on earth do they think I’m doing? My best friend in the world is gone. I’m on my own again.
    Now the doorbell is ringing. Who the bloody hell is that I wonder? There it goes again, whoever it is? They are persistent. But they can bloody go to hell. I’m not opening the door. But I can’t stand the noise of the bell so I make a run at the front door of the apartment shouting at whoever is at the other side to just stop and go away.
    Then I hear a voice I know so well.
    ‘Please love, it’s your dad, you have to let me in. We have to have a talk.’
    There is something in his voice that makes me want to cry all over again. I open the door and standing outside is my dad. His hair normally so neat and tidy has been blown wild from the wind.
‘Hi,’ he says. ‘Can I come in?’
I turn from the door and walk back