I really love airports

I still love airports.

I don’t fly much, so they’re not really tainted by everyday journeys. Always places of such intense emotions. Big hellos and massive goodbyes. I recalled an incident from my early 20s after enjoying a magical 4 week relationship with a sweet American girl I’d met in the States. Two weeks later she came to stay with me for a fortnight. The day she left was the morning of my 24th birthday. We said our passionate goodbyes at Gatwick, anticipating our next time together as soon as we could possibly fix it up. Money was very tight and we were afraid we’d find it difficult to afford it - but we said we’d find a way. As soon as possible, we’d find a way… So we phoned and sent delightful letters to each other for the next 3 or 4 months, then decided it was mad to try and keep the relationship going like this… Never saw her again.

And I just found a book she gave me for my birthday present, the day she left, with an inscription on the inside cover…

Weird, having a relationship that just stops like that, for no valid reason other than geography. And the potential mess that could happen if you were to meet again years later…