Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Epilogue: Such Sweet Sorrow

Both Mimmi and I woke up feeling rather sick this morning: we attributed it as being down to a combination of the previous night's pizzas, lack of sleep and hunger. After a short recuperation period, we both felt mostly alright (physically fine apart from being tired, but mentally rather anxious) and ready to make our last trip together of her stay. The train ride up was surprisingly quiet, considering it was a London train coming towards midday. We listened to Hook and Pirates of the Caribbean on the way up, which passed the time nicely. We also managed to spot both confederates and enemies of George, and either supported or conspired against them accordingly. By the time we arrived at Victoria I was feeling very heavy-hearted, and within a minute or so I'd started crying. The thing was, all I thought about was how I wanted to try and stay calm and cool so as not to make having to leave even more awkward, but it just backfired and I couldn't help myself. I'm not ashamed at all; it's just one of those things. It didn't take me long to get round, though: "I shouldn't be doing this yet: we've another hour and a half." I felt like I might have been hypoglycemic, so Mimmi suggested I buy a baguette from the shop, which I ate completely despite feeling a little bloated afterwards: if it helped me keep my composure, it would be worth it, heh. To squeeze as much as we could out of our last hour or so together, we went to a damp St James' Park, where some guy told us that we needed to pay a quid for each of the deck chairs we were sitting on. Why? Nobody knows. Maybe he's some kind of evil deck-chair fairy. Complications Because somebody had thrown themselves in front of an Underground train, the three lines we wanted to use to get to Liverpool Street were closed off >.> It would be typical that every vital train we've been planning to catch this week has had something happen to it, but other times I've caught trains they've been fine. Rrr, fate is nasty sometimes. But it wasn't that crucial, in truth. We just had to walk up and down about twenty flights of stairs and escalators to get to another station which would take us to Mimmi's point of departure. I felt bad for having to hurry Mimmi along a bit while we were there, but I get paranoid about people being late for important journeys, especially when it comes to planes. After she left (and almost got onto the wrong train- she scared me quite considerably there, heh >.>;), I made my slow way home. Except it wasn't as slow as the journey there because I found another Underground line that would take me to London Victoria quite swiftly. I arrived there with two minutes to spare before my train came in and gave myself quite a serious stitch running to make sure I got it. What confounded matters was that I felt like I was going to burst into tears any minute and that the sign at the top of the carriage was wrong: it said the entire train was going to terminate at Bognor, whereas everything else said that at least half of it was due to go to Portsmouth way. I changed trains at Barnham anyway, because the conductor of ours disappeared and I really wanted to get home. Every time I started thinking about the last few days a lump developed in my throat. I didn't want to cause a scene, so I had to really concentrate on the soundtracks I'd brought to try and distract myself. I'm doing okay now though, just ^_~ I know I should be happy that I've had such an amazing time rather than sad that it's all finished, but I can't help it. Five days might not seem an awful lot, but when you're with someone for pretty much every waking moment it adds up. And if you've known that person for even longer and know how special they are, then... I'm sure you'd understand. But what I don't understand is how it all seems so... surreal now that I look back on it. I know it happened- I have pictures, and I still remember images, sensations and feelings of various things that happened, but... she isn't here to verify them. Heh, I guess I'm just suffering from withdrawal. I'll get over it ^_~ Nevertheless, I couldn't bare the thought of being on my own tonight so I persuaded Dan to let me take him out for a drink. It's been ages since I last had a proper conversation with him. I miss too many people right now. It's not fair >.> So, here endeth the adventure. Mimmi should be at least halfway towards Sweden by now, if not even further. So expect to hear from her soon. EDIT: I had a great time with Dan- we drank, ate and played pool and had a great time talking to one another about lots of things. And also, Mimmi touched down in Sweden safely, so should hopefully be back home before 12 midnight GMT. With any luck, heh. Pictures coming up when I've registered with Photobucket ^_~ Take care. Make sure to have as many adventures as you can- you'll only regret not doing them otherwise!

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