Yours Is The First Face That I Saw…

I watched her out of the window until I could no longer see her, and then the tears came. Not many, not for long, but they slowly slid down my cheeks, little rivers of sadness that, although small, had a huge meaning. The train quickly headed into the fields around Taunton, the evening sun still bright upon the emerald green of the land. The sky was a graceful blue, vapor tarails and high cloud leaving it looking fragile, like a frozen pool. The odd cloud, almost cartoon-like in shape, clung to the icy heavens like great ships stuck without purpose. I remained looking at that for a few minutes, until my tears had dried away, then turned to look at the rest of the carriage. Nothing of interest.

That’s what leaving Kate does to me.

But the thing is, although I miss her so ridiculously keenly I’m still sickeningly happy as I know we are together in a far more real sense than the distance would have you believe (sound of projectile vomitting… again…). I really think I may have found THE ONE™ (more vomit…), and I would NEVER say that! Everything is just so wonderful (god, i sound like a 1950’s Hollywood actress…)…

She came to mine the Saturday before last. I met her at the station with a kiss and a smile and took her back to mine. From thereon in I can’t seperate out the days. I neither want to or need to. All you need to know that everything has been a whirl of happiness. I cooked for her, we went out for dinner, we play fought, we kissed, we hugged, we lay together, we made love… She is everything and more. She makes my head spin, my heart explode and my swonnicles rotate (ed. God, keep away, she sounds dangerous…). I’m not even going to keep on with this line of typing as there is no point. None of you would understand my feelings unless you broke into my skull and supped on the brains within…. though I’m not sure that would help either, come to think of it…

Anyway, my life is otherwise peachy (if slightly bankrupt- I obviously caught it off Kate)- I’m working and wondering and wishing and other things beginning with ‘W’ that I do with my rustic pernash! I’m hoping to get news shoes and a mobile phone soon as I am slowly but surely being divested of these things by reasons of erosion! I destroy things far too quickly… I’m like a panzer division in a china shop. On fire. Full of china-eating termites. In a bag.

Note to self: Must curb imagination. This is why people get scared……

Anyway, I shall do my usual trick and end this entry very abruptly so: