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Day 100 - Goodbye
Jul. 31st, 2020 08:51 pmA year ago to this date…
I helped carry my boyfriend’s three heavy suitcases to the train platform. He had a flight from Gatwick to Madrid, his new home.
‘Let’s meet up in April,’ he suggested. ‘Maybe we can travel somewhere together.’
If I had known about the pandemic, about years potentially going by before I saw him again, I would have held him close a little longer before his train arrived.
I flew that day, in the evening, with three heavy suitcases of my own and a heart ready for new beginnings. It didn’t feel like a long goodbye.
I helped carry my boyfriend’s three heavy suitcases to the train platform. He had a flight from Gatwick to Madrid, his new home.
‘Let’s meet up in April,’ he suggested. ‘Maybe we can travel somewhere together.’
If I had known about the pandemic, about years potentially going by before I saw him again, I would have held him close a little longer before his train arrived.
I flew that day, in the evening, with three heavy suitcases of my own and a heart ready for new beginnings. It didn’t feel like a long goodbye.
