Sunday 15 March 2009
Friday 20 February 2009
Self Control, Self Denial…
It is hard, was hard, in the life you and I lived, to find stability, a constant, but you were mine and still are. When chaos swirled around us, paper files spilling over desks and urgent words barked across offices, there would always be a pause – a moment – when I would look at you and everything would be calm again. Perhaps it was just a foolish heart skipping a beat, or perhaps it was the security you could bring with just one glance, one gesture or one word. You always were a voice of reason and a man whose actions showed the measure of his thought.
I have, and always had, absolute faith and conviction in your ability to have such sense and reason where it is surely hard to find and now, in these hardest times, I like to think it’s these things which are keeping me safe. I can’t deny the loneliness of writing a one sided correspondence, a letter sent out to the void, never to receive a reply, but in my moments of reflection, I cling to the hope that your silence is borne of the concern for me that I believe it is. To think anything else of your silence, I must admit, is not something I find easy, or comfortable, to do.
On Valentine's Day, I feared not the passing of the postman empty handed, or the quite, still void of cyberspace, for it was the reassurance that everything was as it needed to be. I fear only when the postman comes frightened of the news, or the horror, he might bring; I fear only for the day some mysterious message might appear to reach through the void to mine, for then I shall know it is not you reaching out to me; it is not you taking such unfathomable risks. Keep my letters in your pocket, my blog in your mind, and your replies in your heart. Some things are better left unsaid, at least until they can leave the lips and not the pen or keys.
And so, until it is safe, one day, for me to whisper these words to you in person, let me just say thank you. Thank you for keeping me safe and uncompromised; thank you for the lengths you must go to in order to protect my identity and never lead a soul to discover my whereabouts; but, mostly, thank you for being that steady rock in a stormy sea, and a constant I can depend on even now.
You always did right, took the right path, and made the right decision. Take it, make it, now, and I’ll wait as long as it takes.
Saturday 14 February 2009
Wednesday 21 January 2009
Thank you for falling in love with me…
It sometimes feels as though I’ve spent my whole life in love. In love with an idea, a dream, a person. Yet it was only in the ‘final years’ of my life that I felt I was loved back. A job that needed me, friends who would have died for me, a man who would have given up his whole world for me…
When I find myself bitter and full of self-pity, I remember that I was so lucky to have been loved, to have been loved by you. And in my more romantic and hopeful of moments, I cling to the possibility that you are still loving me from afar. Still loving me as much as I am you.
So when the dreaded day comes, and no cards or flowers or chocolates arrive on my doorstep, I’ll remember that I was loved once and I’ll smile.I hope you write, I hope you call, I hope you are waiting for me when I get home from work. But, mainly, I hope you’re smiling too.
Wednesday 31 December 2008
"Another year over, and a new one just begun..."
Thursday 27 November 2008
Friday 14 November 2008
Autumn
Did you imagine I noticed? Hope that I did?
Monday 27 October 2008
Tradecraft
Sunday 7 September 2008
I didn’t think it would be so hard, sending that final postcard. It’s only a piece of paper, isn’t it? Nothing more than a rectangle of card. But they were my lifeline, something tangible which connected us. Something from my hand finding its way to yours.
I went to a small little café to write it, the sort of café I’d imagined we’d sit in if we ever did The Grand Tour. I indulged in a little people watching, as I’m often fond of doing, but a long time ago I realised that I’m not really watching, I’m searching the crowds for a glimpse of a familiar face. For you. My heart aches every time I’m fooled into thinking I have spotted you, and as my hopes are inevitably dashed I promise myself that this will be the last time I look for you, but it never is. You’re the ghost of my past that I cannot exorcise, the one ray of hope that my stubborn heart refuses to let go of.
I wonder if the postcards have meant as much to you as they have to me. I think sometimes that they have been the only thing keeping me going. I like to imagine your face as you read the few words I’ve scribbled down. In my mind you are always smiling but I often worry if sending them might cause you more heartache than happiness. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons I decided to write this instead of sending the postcards? Or maybe I’m tired of sitting in cafés and never finding you amongst the crowd?
The truth is, I don’t know. It’s very hard to be honest with yourself when you don’t know who you are anymore. Simple questions become hard to answer; am I happy? The person I am now probably is, or probably should be…but am I her, can I be happy wearing someone else’s life, and someone else’s feelings? I suppose I want answers, I always have done, only now I want answers for myself, about what I should do now, where my life is heading and if you’ll ever be in it again.
If you’re reading, Harry, let me know.
Friday 5 September 2008
American Adventure
Tuesday 29 July 2008
Friday 11 July 2008
The Little Things
Sometimes, it’s the little things that remind me of
Yesterday, it was a man calling angrily after his cat as it shot out of his front door. I imagined you taking on my mischief makers, and poor Scarlett having to share you with them, too. How are the little tinkers? Missing me?
Thursday 3 July 2008
There is nothing better than spending a lazy afternoon beside the river, soaking up the sun with a much loved book, a bench, a cup of that fancy foam Starbucks are passing off as coffee these days and a good pair of sunglasses for people watching. No matter where in the world I am, it feels like home.
Friday 20 June 2008
If you’re reading this then I guess it means someone finally got rid of the ban on Google – take it easy on them, H, you can’t expect everyone to have my research skills – and I’ve been causing a considerable stir with internet chatter. It also means that enough time has probably passed for me to be forgotten about so I can do this in relative safety.
If not, well, then I guess I’ll be seeing you as soon as the swat team pick me up!
The truth is there is only so much of the world you can see without wanting to talk to someone about it, and since the postcards have probably been screened within an inch of their lives – that is if you got to see them at all! – I’ve had to be more…creative in my approach.
And this is the result: A place, a blog, to capture some of the places I’ve been to. This way you can be there with me in spirit, if not in reality, every step of the way.