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.
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"But it wasn't my fault. I thought you would be waiting for me as usual but when I got there you were nowhere to be seen. I felt confused, abandoned, lost...
When someone found me, I was a mess. They took me firmly and told me everything would be all right. They said I would get back to you, but as it was late, I should spend the night...
What choice did I have? I thought you didn't care. Maybe you had even left me!
Nothing happened though... Em, no I don't know whose underwear that is either [whistles]..."
How could you think that I had left you? After all I did for you - those evenings spent greasing your zips and oiling your wheels, taking the nasty stickers off you and cleaning you down after a busy week.
I'll never leave you - this is it for me, the big one, the only one. We're soul mates, star-crossed lovers, destined to be together.
Don't tell me about what happened to you in Paris (was he bigger than me?). I don't want to know (did he do that thing to your extendable handle that you love so much?). It hurts to even think about it (did you meet his friends?). Let's put it behind us and start afresh.
Oh play the victim now. I see how you look at those newer, shinier, sleeker models as we go through airports. You just dragging me along behind you as always...
Well I'm glad your wigs and dresses were reunited. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that ....
You have opened my eyes. It has made me look at things differently, how would I cope? would I be as desolate? feel as betrayed? OMG! (great post :))
what an intimate and tender post...i feel like i've invaded a private moment...**blush**
Almost nothing worse is there?
Never seen it in this light tho I must say...
I have just had the loveliest luggage - its a Radley ,black with some applique.So many pockets and bags and stuff. Now I need to go somewhere to use it. Not Amsterjam, they have lost my luggage twice on stop over. I want to go somewhere with small cosy airports,not huge people hangers.Easter -now thats a thought and my birthday is just after. I wonder where my new friend would like to go.
Boo Hoo. You have me in tears. I just hate break-up stories. (As an awful side note, the only time that mine has been lost was on my honeymoon....yes, to a woman!). Horrible day. For the woman and for the luggage reasons.
Try to forget if you can't forgive......
And Valleys Mam, if you want teeny airports, try Norwich. (Think Tiger Moths).
I can see where all this will end. Ripped apart by careless handling, devoid of compassion and buffeted by the cruel carousel of life, this is an open and shut case of love, life and lost luggage.
It's a story as old as time-zones. Boy meets hard-case, boy falls in love with no hold-alls barred, boy eventually goes for hand luggage instead, knowing that he will never be able to replace that one true beloved baggage.
You funny people....
Enda, it seems like you truly are the baggage to my businessman.
Conortje, you know how much I missed those wigs. Life is much better with them....
Lewis, sounds like the honeymoon was a momentary blip on an otherwise exemplary career in homosexualising. We all experiment when we are young.
KP/VM, I agree Norwich is a great little airport...and it's only 30 min's to Amsterdam....
SM, you are very funny - boy falls for hard-case...and it's true, my love life is largely hand-luggage only these days....ha ha.
SITH, I was broken hearted. And Conortje will tell you the visual effect it had on my wardrobe. So bad.
CawfeeGuy, please don't blush,. it makes you look like you've been caught doing something you shouldn't....
Aims, nope, nothing worse. it was not great!
What a great ode to your luggage.
I hope it never leaves you again:-)
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