The journey in the car was silent until my dad switched the radio on. Westlife were being interviewed. "Tom, turn it off, we don't want to upset her" my mum whispered. "No, she needs to listen to this, it will help her"

"Hi guys" the DJ greeted the lads. A chorus of "Hi!" And "Hello!" followed. "So how have you all been?" Four of the five familiar voices answered. "Ah y'know, we're fine, this tour is our first one with us headlining, we're all over the moon" "I agree with Shane there, it's absolutely fantastic seeing all the fans there, especially those who have been there since we supported Boyzone back in 1998, it's unbelievable" Nicky chipped in.

"Mark, you're looking pretty down, are you...forgive me for asking...are you still upset about the...umm...sudden departure of your girlfriend of three months? You don't have to answer if it's uncomfortable" There was a short silence while Mark thought of what to say. "Yes, I'm really upset. The way the fans have acted in a way that has resulted in me losing someone I love with everything that I have in me, their disruptive behaviour shocked me at first, then upset me a lot. I don't know if Lorraine is listening right now, I hope she is. Lorraine, I want you to know that I still love you, and I hope that you can find it in your heart to tell me that you still love me too."

That was me - I started crying like there was no tomorrow. My mum handed me a packet of tissues and by the time we got to Glasgow, I'd used them all. "Mum, I can't do this. Please take me home" "No, you're going in there and you're going to tell Mark you love him, because we can't stand to see you so depressed. We know you still care for him, you need to do what makes you happy, and this will make you happy." "Do you really think so?" "I know so. Mother knows best and all that" I cracked a small smile at her pretty pathetic attempt to lift my spirits.

That was the first time I'd even thought about smiling in 5 weeks. My parents got me to the Glasgow SECC a few hours before the concert, as to not be in the middle of about eight thousand fans. I walked up the familiar walkway of the SECC feeling slightly better than a few hours ago.

Mark still loved me. He still loved me despite all the hate mail, prank calls, shouting, shoving, and all the other attacks made on me. He still loved me despite the fact that I'd walked out on him.

Why did I ever walk out? How could I have done that to him, and myself? I don't know. I regretted it more than I'd ever regretted anything in the world.

The first person I saw as I nervously walked through backstage was Bryan. He saw me and bounded up to me, giving me one of his long-overdue brotherly hugs. "Lorraine! Oh my God, Mark'll be over the moon to see yous!"

"I hope you're right. I've missed him so much. Do you think he could forgive me for the way I walked out like I did?" "There's no way on earth he couldn't. He's been really miserable since you left. Shane tells us he started talking in his sleep, saying stuff about how much he wished he could turn back the clock and have you back. I don't know if I was supposed to tell you, but you had to know. He'll be so happy to see you." I felt relieved that he hadn't walked away... maybe Mark could forgive me.

Bryan sat me down at a nearby table and we chatted for a while, occasionally being stopped by Shane, Nicky and Kian wandering in from time to time from various places. Each of them greeted me warmly, giving me a big bear hug. "Yeah, and then I said; 'well fish don't ride bikes!'. Had them rolling in the aisles, so it did" The other four of us doubled over with laughter at Bryan's joke.

A few seconds later the door on the far side of the room creaked open, and Mark walked in, with his head hung down. He turned his back to the table and went to get a bottle of water. "I think I'm going crazy lads, I could have sworn I just saw Lorraine's parents outside. I wish she was here." He sighed as he took a gulp of the water.

"Turn around Mark, your wish just came true" Shane said to him. Mark's head shot up and he whirled round to face the table, where I was now standing, my hands fidgeting at my sides. "Hi Mark..." I didn't get to finish the sentence I'd been planning since that afternoon. Mark tossed his water bottle onto a chair in the corner and ran the full length of the room, picked me up and twirled me round. "Lorraine, oh my god, I'm so glad you're here!" He put me down and hugged me tightly.

"I'm so sorry Mark, I never meant to..." "It's okay, I know why you left, I'm sorry the fans behaved like that. But this time we can make it work, you'll see. We'll never be apart again" "Promise?" "I promise" He let go of me slightly, looking deep into my eyes before kissing me.

All the bad thoughts and feelings that had been running through my mind had gone. The time that had passed between the press conference and that day hadn't diminished the love and passion we felt for each other. I had my heart whole again, I had my soul complete. I had Mark back.