I packed today! Like actually packed, I packed to leave, to go, to head somewhere else. I packed my bags intending to fly away.
Since Liam, my unspoken boyfriend, left me to go travelling, I have been getting on with life. It’s what we do, right? When things go bad we get up and we move on, we continue. Now despite the loss, continuing had been a little easier than I’d expected, until yesterday, when he called and it became harder than I’d expected.
I hadn’t been missing him unbearable amounts but yesterday, in London after a weekend of summer, it rained. It was the kind of dark dank day that begs you to do one of two things – cuddle up with your love or be depressed. Well I was depressed, sitting watching old episodes of ‘How it’s made’ being dully fascinated by the process of tyre making, when he called. I hadn’t heard from him since he left and I wasn’t holding my breath. Instead of thinking about him I was spending my days writing for magazines here and there, heading towards the many goals I had in life.
“Hey” he said, with the sounds of bustling Thailand in the background.
“Hello” I said, feeling myself well up, missing him.
He spent five minutes telling me how amazing it was and all the things he’d done and I spent five minutes wanting, but at the same time not wanting to hear it. And then he said something I wish he hadn’t:
“I miss you, I wish you’d come. You can buy a flight out in two days, be here” he said.
I knew I could, I knew he wanted me there and I knew that since he’d left, London had become that little bit more lonely. It didn’t feel the way it did when his house was a bike ride away and even though the other Londoners hadn’t been affected, this Londoner was.
That being said, I needed to push on with life, I wasn’t Liam or my brother, the type of person who could just fly away. I wanted a life different to the one I presently kept but running away from it wouldn’t help.
“I miss you” I responded, signalling my refusal.
We spoke for a little while longer after that. I told him how the world seemed loved up and how he should come back, if only to prevent me from being the third wheel. And then he told me he’d be taking a trip away from the mainland and may find it hard to contact me while he was there. If I’m being totally honest I was relieved. I needed the separation and I knew I wouldn’t be the type to ignore his phone calls but I needed to heal, I couldn’t do that if my past continued to mesh with my present. So, as my stomach tightened, I told him to go and enjoy himself and that I looked forward to hearing from him when he returned. And that was it really, a simple phone call.
Yet, somehow, at around 3am this morning, I found myself packing a bag and calculating my spending allowance. I was really going to go and join him, I was going to be with the boy and runaway. It made sense, didn’t it? I cared about him, probably loved him, so why shouldn’t I go? Sitting beside my half packed suitcase I had convinced myself it was the right thing to do, I had enough money to get me there and then, well then i’d be like Liam and go with the wind. This was what I should be doing.
But, when 9am came rolling in, I was sitting beside a half packed suitcase