I found it difficult to concentrate on sketching and when I looked down at my hand that was holding the pencil, I saw that it was shaking slightly. I closed my eyes and sighed. I can’t get my mind off him, and I couldn’t concentrate at all. I looked down at the couple of rough sketches that I managed to pull off and wasn’t impressed at the progress that I had made today.

“Lisa, are you ok?” my grandmother asked, she was worried and had probably sensed that something was off.

“Oh, I’m fine,” I said, trying to sound calm.

“Really? You’ve been frowning a lot today,” she said, observantly....