So, we've lost another young celebrity. I wasn't really that bothered by the loss of Michael Jackson, if I'm honest. More shocked at the fact that someone so strange was actually mortal. I was saddened by the death of Patrick Swayze - I watched Dirty Dancing every day of my study leave for my A Levels. Everyone wanted to be Baby at some point in their life, I'm sure. And Now Stephen Gately is gone as well. Only 33. My thoughts? It could have been worse - it could have been someone from Take That!

According to my boss I've lost my 'sparkle' - I replied wouldn't you lose your sparkle if you'd had to pay £300 to replace the company money that got stolen from your room? As well as my own personal savings that were stolen. And not forgetting my lovely new laptop that also magically disappeared. And no one gives a fuck. I think I'd lose my sparkle if that happened to me. Oh no, wait - it did.

My soulmate mentioned marriage last week. He talked about going to the consulate to see what needed to be done. He never wants to lose me. He cannot sleep without me. We call each other at 2 or 3am to talk about how we miss each other. One night he cried himself to sleep on the phone. The next night I did the same. Now he has gone I feel a shadow of my former self. It's stupid I know. I have told my friends I'm going to marry him. At the end of the day, marriage is not as sacred as it once was. But I believe it will make us stronger. He is poor and has no education, but he works hard at everything he does and when he walks into a room it lights up. Money can not buy this.

I am a fool in love.