I know it’s not convenient. It’s 10,100 miles of inconvenience.
I know it’s not practical. It’s 10,100 miles of impracticalities.
I know it’s not straightforward. I am with someone else now.
But…I miss you, all the same.
My train was waiting for fifteen minutes at Coventry. I have no idea why it was waiting. Perhaps just to torture me with memories of how it felt to arrive there and run from the train up the steps and across the station to meet you. I was always so excited to arrive at Coventry.
But this time, I was just stuck on a London bound train, waiting at Coventry station for no obvious reason at all. I miss you terribly. I miss those train journeys to Coventry, all of the excitement of seeing you again.
I miss you…like the deserts miss the rain.