He was my home...
11 years ago I arrived to the UK... I was just to spend 6 months here, Spring and Summer, and then go back to Barcelona... Things changed, the schorship I was hoping to get didn't happened in the end and at the same time I was wasked if I would like to stay longer at the job I was. I told yes and a few weeks later I was offered a PhD in a different research institute... And then my stay in the UK was made more permanent, at least more 3 to 4 years to do the PhD. I had friends and a PhD to keep me busy, I wasn't really looking for someone... I mean, I dated, of course, but not in the way of this is the one... Until February 2016, when I met James... Is funny that when I met James I though we wouldn't last, though I just knew he would be my boyfrind when I put eyes on his Tinder profile, I just knew we would end up together. But we met, and had a few dates and then he travelled to the USA for a training course he had booked before meeting me. He was to be away for almost one...