I closed the door on the last three years of my life and I found I couldn't move from the step as I leant against it. I had put up with Miranda's crap for so long I hadn't realised I was doing it. I'd had enough. I had to go and it broke my heart because frankly I loved her.

She didn't know that I loved her of course, just like I had no idea how she really felt about me. She didn't do emotions.

We'd screamed and shouted so much that the girls had come in tearful, begging us to stop shouting. That was when I realised that this was no better than the last relationship I had been in, except this time it was hurting someone other than the two people in the relationship. So I left. I know my possessions would be dumped on the sidewalk in no time at all, but I found myself not caring. Nothing I had mattered now.

A clap of thunder roared above me and I looked up just as the rain came down. I felt it land on my face, running down my skin, mingling with my tears, making my mascara run. For the first time in a very long time I longed for Ohio, where you could just start a fire without causing too much of a hassle.

There was something cathartic about burning the remnants of a broken relationship. I thought about something I had heard recently, a song I think about setting fire to the rain. I imagined the flames raining down onto me and I opened my arms screaming at the sky as I felt every iota of hurt rush through my body. I managed to stumble down the steps to the sidewalk and I let the rain cleanse my soul of hurt and disappointment.

I cried as I heard someone calling my name and I opened my eyes to see Miranda's beautiful face before me, looking as destroyed as I felt and we stood looking at each other, relishing the cold we felt on our skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as I touched her face and it was as if the rain was screaming her name. I closed my eyes again, imagining the rain was fire and it burnt everything around us, destroying everything that hurt us, including the stupid magazine and the rumours and the past.

I opened my eyes and found myself staring into the deepest blue eyes I had fallen in love with many years before. I could see her mouth moving and I could tell from the look in her eyes she was begging me not to go. I imagined the flames raining down all around me and I smiled leaning forward capturing her lips in the most amazing kiss we'd shared since our first six months.

And then I walked.

I imagined throwing us into the flames, and I could hear someone screaming out my name. Unable to stop the tears I walked away from her for the second time in my life. Except this time it would be permanent. This time, I would simply let it burn.