They Don't work

I was still struggling to get the right paperwork sent for my Spanish police check - this time the photocopy of my passport wasn't signed/stamped by a solicitor. Fine I thought, I can get LLB to get one of the guys at work to do it but no, they don't know me so won't do it.
Having never had to use a solicitor yet in my life for anything, I called my dad for some advice.

Now when horse and I were together, our parents got on really well and his dad ended up doing a lot of legal work for my dad's business, my dad still uses him and I think you can gather where this is going.

The last time I was in that office was A level results day - he had a bucket of champagne on ice waiting for us both :) A bag of nerves I went in then, waiting to open our results in front of him. This time I was a bag of nerves as well....nervous to see him again after so long, and to see the pictures on his wall of all the family.

He didn't really mention horse, and as much as I wanted to ask him everything about what he was up to, if he had a girlfriend, what she was like, I held back. He gave me a big hug as I left. I sat in my car, and cried. I cried because all the time that I was in there talking to him and getting the signatures and stamps, I could see the picture on his desk of horse and I realised that I still really missed him. But why??? why why why after everything that went on and why when I'm happy with LLB?

Since then every night I have been dreaming about him.....and it's really thrown me in my tracks