I know you must have lots of ex-loves writing to you right now but I wanted to let you know how I’m feeling now we’re apart.
Remember the evenings we spent together? The beautiful blazing sunsets that felt like they would go on forever? The intimate restaurants, delicious meals accompanied by the crispest of white wines, or the headiest of red? Riverside strolls underneath a darkening sky, holding hands in awe of iconic architecture? It seems like a lifetime ago.
And sometimes you snuck into my bed, early in the morning. You’d nestle closely and whisper in my ear tales of road trips on dusty unwinding roads. Mountains to climb and streams to cross. Or maybe a solitary walk around a city at dawn, exploring the early morning markets amongst the locals, selecting a luscious pastry from a bakery just cracking open its doors.
Sometimes we were like strangers, shyly exploring new places together. Like a tentative new relationship, hints and suggestions. And other times, we were familiar, long-term lovers falling into each others embrace, laughing over shared experiences. Of course, other people had opinions on our relationship. We saw each other too often, spent too much time together. What if the novelty wore off? And true, it wasn’t all plain sailing.
Sometimes we were ill during our time together, plagued by sickness. At other times, we were destined not to meet as train strikes and ferry strikes cut short our precious time together. Sometimes we were just lost, travelling around in circles. Occasionally, we just weren’t that into each other. It probably wasn’t you, it was me. Maybe.
And now, we are forced apart once more. When I wake in the morning, yours is the first face I see, and my eyes flutter closed in the dead of night, still thinking of you. I pore over the time we spent together. Photos. Memories. I try and steer every conversation around to you. My life is wonderfully satisfactory right now, despite it all, but there is a craving, a yearning, an itch that can’t be easily scratched.
I cannot wait until we can be together again. I take furtive glances at you, wondering when will be the right time. My diary is clear, dear travel; when you call, I will come running. But let’s keep it local yeah?
Forever and Longingly
A Brummie Home and Abroad. But mostly at home.
PS. Dear Travel, if you’re reading this in the future, then please remember that we were separated at a time of UK lockdown and COVID-19.