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On Saturday it was really my last time, it was sad and hard, but it was.
When I first came, I almost hated London, but throgh the time I fell in love with this city and its people. Not as much as with Helsinki, but big enough to make me cry when I was saying goodbye.

And here in St Albans for the first time, I really hated, the girl really doesn´t know how to make my stay here ´better´, I never say this even as a joke, but I said too many times ´kill her´ because I´ve enough of her.

It was always like this, once in a week, I could go to London, being free no problems, no thoughts, just me, London and some friends and especially Hanni. I love You for how You have been to me. There was noone else who could make me feel better in those hard times and so I almost cried (okey, I cry now) when we say goodbye. You know, it will never bet he same, this was a big part of my life which gone to waste, the only light moments were with You.
Never forget the last time sitting on the bus, it felt sooo lovely and I appreciate how loving person You are, and wonder how cold I can be (but not down there deep inside).

Guess that´s all about my London experience. I´ll never forget and get back asap.