So it was almost two days that we were apart. We got split up somewhere along the way, the journey was almost too much for you.
Paris has always been such a special place for me but you leaving me there has scarred me - never again will I walk the halls of CDG2 without thinking of you, and where you went when you left me.
Did you go with someone else, while we were 'on our break'? Don't tell me, I don't want to know.
I never thought how much I'd miss you. It seemed that everything I have is in you and everything I need is there, within your warm, waterproof shell. The days were long and hard without you.
I started to look at others, I admit it. But none came near you. It's not just your wheels and handy pockets, it's that we've been through so much together. We've crossed frontiers and barriers hand in hand, so many many times. How could I do that with another?
We were reunited last night and, oh, how glorious it was. I loved rediscovering you and was so thrilled to be inside you once more, rummaging around amongst the laundry. I was so happy that I almost put these past two days behind me. But I'm not sure if I can.
I'm going to try, but I feel betrayed and I'm not sure that I can ever truly trust you again. Let's work hard to make sure we never split up again. Let's start by never flying Air France via Paris, although I realise this is a fool's dream, such is their convenient scheduling and affordable pricing structure.
Let's see how it goes. Let's take it gently. Let's see if we can make it back to Lyon.
Maybe then we can start to re-build our life together.