I loved him. No I love him, but I realised it to late. He is leaving; well he has already left, left me anyway. I don't think his plane has left yet though. I couldn't bring myself to see him off. Not after the last words we shared. Or rather didn't share.

He was offered this job a week ago. Although he never told me, I knew he had been waiting for an opportunity like this to come along. He had always been a giver, always wanted to help and now this new job he will be dealing directly with his two passions in life, conservation and helping people.

When he found out he told me his eyes were so bright his smile took over his whole face, but he knew, he knew I couldn't go with hi, my life is here with my family and friends and the school I teach at. His family is gone they died when he was young he was never adopted.

He asked me he said, 'Annie I love you, and I know that your life is here. And I love you that much that I'll stay here with you and be happy, if you love me too."

What I should have said was 'I love you so much that I have to let you go, this is what you've always wanted who am I to take that away from you.' But I didn't say that because at that stage I didn't think that I loved him.

I didn't know what love was. I was waiting to change. I though falling in love would make me feel different. I now know what being in love is and that I was indeed in love. When we weren't together I thought about him and what he was doing. I knew little insignificant things about him and he knew them about me. I knew that I wanted to grow old with him and always have him in my life. I wanted to be a cute old couple that young people look and at hope they end up with someone like that.

Of course in my natural fashion I am just a bit behind and now realise any dreams of a future like that is lost with the wind.

…

I have to tell him. I can't let him go thinking the last year spent together was nothing to me. He has to know that I loved him too. That I wanted him to stay but I was scared, scared that everything we shared would disappear. That I would wake up and realise it had all been a fantastic dream. Maybe if I went to the airport now I could catch him. I had to try.

The movies are wrong. The people who let you into the boarding gates do not give a damn about love. The only way you get through is if your getting a flight. The cheapest flight I could manage was to Sydney so I bought it.

I'm panicking now what if I'm to late and he's on the plane. Gone, gone without knowing how I feel.

"Logan?"

"Logan Jones?"

I feel a tap on my shoulder from behind. It's him and I can't help myself so I hug him and I'm crying now god knows why but the tears won't stop.

"Annie? Are you alright?" but I can't answer all the words get caught in my throat.

"Annie look at me. Tell me whats wrong!"

"Logan… I Love you. I didn't know it before but I do now with you gone for the last week I realised how much I love you and I hate that I couldn't tell you. That I was weak and scared and couldn't be half the women you deserve but I love you. I love you!"

He looked. Just looked then he sighed.

"Annie why are you telling me this now, my flight leaves in five minutes and I need to be on it!"

"I know Logan and I think you should go. If you love someone you have to be prepared to let him go. This job. It's what you've always wanted your dream job. I can't hold you back from that. I just couldn't let you go with you thinking what we had didn't mean anything to me"

"Annie I always knew, even though you didn't say it I could see it in your eyes feel it in your touch I always will know."

He kissed me and walked away to fly out of my life.