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Hospitality Redux
Oct. 21st, 2007 05:18 pmAt 14:44 this afternoon, I let my beloved ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naaila go. Watched as she climbed on that train back to London.
Smiled, to reassure this light in my life and to see her smile.
And then I came home, feeling really broken up.
We did what I said we would do. What we had planned, we did it all. I greeted Naaila on the 19th, at Wrexham General. The train was just pulling in at Platform 1, all the way from Chester. My love had only come along via Crewe, changed there and at Chester - the long way around.
When we first met, we held one another right there on the platform. Her body felt warm, firm, gentle. Right off, we felt it. The connection that had sustained us over the phone, over such a distance. It was there, undiminished.
We'd both had our doubts. Even Mum had had her doubts. (Mum admitted she was wrong for a change earlier today. Not often she's wrong, I'll tell you). But after a few moments ... no, none whatsoever.
Oh, the places I took Naaila. The things we saw. The things we discussed. She blew me away. This woman has got her shit together, and no mistake - and I love her so very much for that.
We did get to dance together. I hooked up our earphones to a line splitter on my MP3 and we dance on the rooftop to H.I.M.'s "The Sacrament" and another song. Yesterday, we also danced in Llangollen, underneath a wooden footbridge which ran over a dead, dry gorge which once was a canal. People walked a couple of feet away from us, almost utterly oblivious of our presence just below them. We also danced for a bit just earlier today, in the railway station, just before the train pulled in.
Between the two of us, Naaila and I had ourselves a lot of good memories - and somehow I managed to not only exhaust my camera's batteries (how many days since the last swapout?) but also to snap over 300 Mb worth of photos.
This morning, in the wee small hours of the morning, before we even rose up to shoot the subrise, Naaila and I came to an arrangement. It was the most natural thing in the world to do, and it changed the way we feel towards each other forever.
Throughout this weekend, my Mum and Dad regaled Naaila with their company almost as much as I did. They too hit it off. So, too, did my sister Jules and my nephew Sam, who briefly dropped by for a few minutes during out Sunday lunch together.
It was 14:44, right back at the start, that I said goodbye to Naaila. I wish I could have kept her here indefinitely, but right at this moment, she has her duties and her obligations; her dreams and her ambitions.
But our arrangement means that she will be returning here. Soon, I hope, and this time (and the next, and the next ...) for longer than a couple of days.
naaila, I love you. Always remember, honey.
naaila go. Watched as she climbed on that train back to London.Smiled, to reassure this light in my life and to see her smile.
And then I came home, feeling really broken up.
We did what I said we would do. What we had planned, we did it all. I greeted Naaila on the 19th, at Wrexham General. The train was just pulling in at Platform 1, all the way from Chester. My love had only come along via Crewe, changed there and at Chester - the long way around.
When we first met, we held one another right there on the platform. Her body felt warm, firm, gentle. Right off, we felt it. The connection that had sustained us over the phone, over such a distance. It was there, undiminished.
We'd both had our doubts. Even Mum had had her doubts. (Mum admitted she was wrong for a change earlier today. Not often she's wrong, I'll tell you). But after a few moments ... no, none whatsoever.
Oh, the places I took Naaila. The things we saw. The things we discussed. She blew me away. This woman has got her shit together, and no mistake - and I love her so very much for that.
We did get to dance together. I hooked up our earphones to a line splitter on my MP3 and we dance on the rooftop to H.I.M.'s "The Sacrament" and another song. Yesterday, we also danced in Llangollen, underneath a wooden footbridge which ran over a dead, dry gorge which once was a canal. People walked a couple of feet away from us, almost utterly oblivious of our presence just below them. We also danced for a bit just earlier today, in the railway station, just before the train pulled in.
Between the two of us, Naaila and I had ourselves a lot of good memories - and somehow I managed to not only exhaust my camera's batteries (how many days since the last swapout?) but also to snap over 300 Mb worth of photos.
This morning, in the wee small hours of the morning, before we even rose up to shoot the subrise, Naaila and I came to an arrangement. It was the most natural thing in the world to do, and it changed the way we feel towards each other forever.
Throughout this weekend, my Mum and Dad regaled Naaila with their company almost as much as I did. They too hit it off. So, too, did my sister Jules and my nephew Sam, who briefly dropped by for a few minutes during out Sunday lunch together.
It was 14:44, right back at the start, that I said goodbye to Naaila. I wish I could have kept her here indefinitely, but right at this moment, she has her duties and her obligations; her dreams and her ambitions.
But our arrangement means that she will be returning here. Soon, I hope, and this time (and the next, and the next ...) for longer than a couple of days.
naaila, I love you. Always remember, honey.
