A/N: This is the last chapter, it's also set that evening and is told from Sam's point of view.
I wouldn't blame her for hating me; I can't understand why she doesn't. I can't quite figure out why I didn't wait, I suppose I did for a long time, but then the date she told me she'd be back pasted me by, and I didn't know if she'd ever return. I should have trusted her, and believed that she would come back for me, but Stuart just came along when I was feeling weak, and it just sort of progressed from then. I should have learnt from that mistake, but I didn't, I got too attached to Phil, I thought he was protecting me from pain, when really all he was doing was allowing me to hurt Jo.
Sorrow has a human heart
I hope she's forgiven me properly, because I know I'd never do something like that again, ever. If the pain finally leaves her heart, because I'm sure it's there somewhere, then I will stay with her forever if that's how it works out, she means everything to me.
From my god it will depart
While she was gone I didn't know what to do with myself. I was sloppy with my work, sloppy with my love life, my house was never tidy, I grew further apart from Abi and all because she wasn't near me. I tried everything, but nothing could replace her presence in my life.
I'd sail before a thousand moons
There was no one to tell me where I was going wrong, and I was too busy telling myself that I could cope without her to even notice I was going wrong. Every path I took was a mistake.
Never finding where to go
A year was too long to be apart, I hated it, it scared me as the days piled up and the thought haunted me that maybe she'd started a new life there and wasn't coming back for me.
Two hundred twenty-two days of light
But I could last another year without her now, just with the memory of this night, I know I didn't manage it the first time but I would, should I get the chance again. I'd stay true to her like she stayed true to me.
Will be desired by a night
I'm not used to having my dreams coming true, but this is one that has, as I lie here, your arm wrapped around me, your body sleeping silently, I know that my fantasy has come true. This is the one time that my half-hearted attempts to straighten out my life has worked.
A moment for the poet's play
And if I could only say one last sentence, if I'd never get to speak again, I could last a lifetime if I was able to tell you once more that I love you, because once I've told you that, just being with you is enough. I don't need you to speak to know you love me, you tell me that with your actions, and for that I will be eternally grateful.
Until there's nothing left to say