She was part of my London. When I moved here, after the initial ‘introductory’-touristy period, I started creating MY very own London within THE London. “Creating” is probably the wrong choice of word here because I didn’t artificially create it per se. It was evolved in a very organic way. Into a space with people, places, things that come to my mind when I think of London. They are a reflection of my interests. Taste. Preferences. Together they define much smaller, much more intimate and dear London to me.
Now that Amy is gone I feel the sense of (part)emptiness and I do not know how, when or if I will be able to fill it again.
It feels like part of my London is gone, cut off. Part of myself. It's painful.
Good bye, Amy... xxx