I didn't feel the rain even though it soaked through to my skin. I didn't hear the bustle and noise of the people hurrying around me. And I didn't see the sympathetic looks on the faces of the people who passed me by.
We had said our goodbyes and he'd gone. After everything we had been through he had left me behind, alone.
He had left me to face everything on my own and I should have hated him for that, but whatever he had said or done I had never been able to feel anything for him but love. I don't think I ever will.
We stood together for the longest time in the airport just looking at each other. I think I needed to memorise every inch of his face, as I knew I would never see it again. His dark eyes were more beautiful than they have ever been before but maybe it was only because I knew this would be the last time that I would ever look into them.
We were cocooned in our silence, completely alone amidst the hundreds of travellers around us. Our time together had come to an end and we counted away the last seconds of our relationship with a sadness.
When he finally spoke his voice was soft and low and filled with a gentle regret.
"I never lied to you," he whispered to me.
I frowned, uncertain of what he meant.
"When I said I loved you... I meant it... I never lied."
"I know," I told him and I did. Whatever else might have happened I had never doubted his love, just as much as I had always know it wouldn't last, that it wouldn't survive the obstacles that were between us. "I wish you didn't have to go."
He never answered me. There was no answer. He had to leave and we both knew that. There was no going back, not for us, not anymore.
Then he held me, for the longest time, or maybe just for a second, he held me tightly in his arms and it took all my strength not to weep and not to beg him to stay.
For the first time, for the last time and for the only time he kissed me. In the centre of the busy airport we shared the softest kiss I have ever known. Our kiss goodbye. A kiss I would remember until the day I died.
He grabbed his bag and ran. He ran from me and from everything that I meant and I was left standing there alone.
I don't know how long I stood there until I slowly made my way to the exit, to begin my life without him in it.
I didn't notice the rain as it soaked my clothes and chilled me to the bone. I didn't hear the concern on the voice of the woman who asked if I was OK.
There would be a time when I would need such comfort, when I would need a friend, maybe even when I would need to love again. But not this day. This day I just needed to embrace the pain I felt and let it consume me.
I heard the roar of an engine as a plane soared overhead. Logic told me that I could not know which flight it was, but my heart said differently. My heart told me that it was the flight that took him away. Away from Hollyoaks, away from Chester, away from England and away from me.
The heavy drops of rain soaked my face and hid the tears that rolled down my cheeks.
I wept silently in the rain for the love that I had lost and as I turned to leave I felt a part of me die.
When I was 17 I fell in love with a boy called Craig Dean and for a few perfect months he loved me too, for a few perfect months I knew happiness. Saying goodbye to Craig Dean broke my heart but the time we had together was worth the pain, being with him was worth any price and I had been more than willing to pay.
When I was 17 I fell in love with a boy called Craig Dean and despite how it ended I wouldn't have changed a thing. With him I found love, I found myself and now I just need to find the strength to let him go.