September 10th, 1989
Flight from LGW – BDA
Presently on crew rest, winging our way to Bermuda, which is usually a good thing. Just not today. Not even with extra choccie biscuits, acquired from the First Class galley.
Getting out of bed felt like pure torture this morning and I definitely exceeded the amount of times I usually hit the snooze button. Because I waited until the last minute to get up, I had to rush to get ready.
I sat on the bed to put my shoes on and when David pulled me to him, I was sorely tempted to ring in sick but I knew if I did I’d lose my upcoming fourteen day trip and I really need the money to put towards a new car. Plus, I’d run the risk of not being around for Carl’s 21st party and I’d hate to miss that.
I did, however, take my time thinking about all of the above while we kissed and when I whispered, “I really have to go,” I felt like a little piece of my heart broke off and fell into bed with David.
I went to the loo one last time and when I came out, David was getting dressed.
“What are you doing up?”
“I’m gonna walk you to your car,” he said, buckling his belt.
“Actually, I’d prefer it if you didn’t. I can’t kiss you whilst in uniform and this already feels torturous enough.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Then come here.”
The flight so far is ok and Kimberly got called out on standby so she was as surprised to see me, as I was to see her. The minute we took our seats on the crew transport from Heathrow to Gatwick, she said, “I want to hear everything you two have been up to.”
I really didn’t feel like I wanted to share too much with her because I haven’t even had time to wrap my head around all that happened in such a short space of time. I feel like I just spent a week with David instead of a couple of days. For me to tell Kimberly everything just wouldn’t feel right. Maybe once I’ve had time to think about things I’ll tell her more, but today I only shared the basics.
The realization that David and I live six thousand miles apart is one I don’t want to dwell on right now.