It didn't quite work out like I planned. We met, talked for a while. But when I got on to talking about us, I managed no more than to say "I miss you," before her eyes welled up.
"I don't know where I am," she said. "I don't know whether I'm coming or going."

And it seemed wrong to press it any further, sitting on a pavement cafe table in the lunchtime sun. So we walked a bit to get a coffee and headed back to work.

I've just emailed her with the rest of what I should have said. I have signed up to a dating website, even though it seems strange. It's not that I won't wait, but that the waiting seems to be doing us both no good. I feel her silent drift away from me. I don't know where I stand and it's better for me to try to move on than the hope to cling on.

Let's see if she responds. Or if the silent drift continues.