mid-September memories

The days back in the UK are pleasant. Now. The flight back, especially the 4h-stop-over in Doha last week was rubbish. Thinking of HER, the past with HER, the nearly impossible future with HER and how SHE said he should know that the last two week had been the best they'd ever spent together - just in case they should never see each other again. It scared the bloke.

Plane crash, car crash, the planet spontaneously combusting. Demise can come in various forms, he thought, while devouring a GBP 10 snack combined of a Spice Meat-Ball Chiabata, Diet coke and a White Coffee at the Doha Int.Airport branch of Costa Coffee.

The days back in the UK are pleasant because he knew SHE fine. Because he held HER hand when he felt asleep, because he was with HER when "Impossible" played on the iPod attached to the docking station in a hotel on the island, because he could rest his hand on her upper leg when she fell asleep whist he was driving down to the island -

he falls asleep. the tv's playing Lady GaGA...as he...