Right, I met the barmaid who’d been talking to Liz and found out what happened…
So apparently Liz was over from the US, working her way round England and had about a month left when we met. We got close, really really close, so she delayed her flight back. When we started talking about our future apparently we had a terrible row and she gave me an ultimatum – to meet her to discuss everything before she flew back, or it would all be over.
Only this is obviously when my memory collapsed so I never arrived, and now she’ll have flown home. From the note i found, I’m guessing I’d decided she was the one for me and I was going to propose! Shit this is heavy stuff. I don’t really know what to do. It’s been a long day – hoping I’ll wake up with a plan.
