A love letter straight to my heart
My boyfriend an I split up after a huge row. It has always been a bit of an on and off relationship. He works abroad in Australia for 3 months at a time, and I don’t see him. That is not really what bothers me about the relationship. As a matter off fact, he is very tolerant guy and does not mind me working for cheap London escorts at all. Some of the girls at our London escorts service don’t have boyfriends at all, and I guess you can say I have been sort of appreciative of Nick’s attentions when he was back home in London. However, this time things were different. We were going through a really busy period at the London escorts service I worked for and I was always coming home late. I did not really have a lot of time to spend with Nick, and I think that he got kind of annoyed at that.
Most of the time when he was back in London, I used to have plenty of time to spend with him. But this time, it did not seem to matter what I did, there was not enough hours in the day to divide up between Nick and London escorts. I did the feeling that Nick wanted to tell me something but my work at cheap London escorts was always getting in the way. Sometimes I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I had finished my shift and we did not get a chance to talk. I think he thought that I was trying to be awkward or that our relationship had gone stale, but nothing could be further from the truth. He was still a very special person in my life and I did really want to spend time with him. It was not long before Nick had to go back to Australia. During his brief visit to London, I had only managed to have a couple of nights off from London escorts. The rest of the time, I had been putting in extra hours at our London escorts, and he was not happy about him.
In my opinion, he did not seem to appreciate that I was working hard to pay off the rest of my mortgage. Also working for a London escorts service is a completely different ball game to working for a mining company. You just had to make the most of it while the going was good. A couple of weeks after Nick had gone back to Australia, I received an email from him. Attached to the email was only what I could describe as a love letter. He have me a list of all of the things that he loved about me, and said that he wanted to spend more time with me.
In the same letter he said that I was sort of on a London escorts treadmill going around and around, and was not getting on with the rest of my life. He wanted to change all of that, and asked me to come out and live in Australia. Nick had clearly done his research. He knew that I loved the sea, and attached to the email was the most beautiful photo of a beach bungalow he had bought for us. Would I leave London escorts to live him in a beach bungalow in Australia? Of course, I would. The truth was that I could not wait to get away from the gray skies of London.