July 15th, 1991
At home, England
Since Ben left this afternoon, I’ve been replaying the weekend in my mind:
“Thanks for everything,” he said, tossing the last of his things into his bag. “I really don’t want to leave.”
“I don’t want you to, either but I believe Hong Kong is calling.”
“This time tomorrow,” he sighed, “I’ll be in Honkers and you’ll be halfway to Detroit.”
“Don’t remind me,” I laughed, as he moved towards me. Cupping my face in his hands he said, “Thank you for making my twenty-fifth birthday so spectacular. I loved every second with you.”
“No problem,” I croaked. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I think you know the answer to that,” I said, pulling away, if only to stop the tears in their tracks.
I need to ring Pamsy. Hopefully she’ll forgive me for being a day late.