I always fancied a long distance relationship.
Waiting by the phone for the nightly call.
Planning snatched weekends when our schedules allow.
Letters and postcards just to keep in touch.
The bittersweet parting at railway stations.
Fevered kisses hello and goodbye.
Not having to share every moment but cherishing the ones we do share.
Too romantic? Not realistic?
Fuming because he's forgotten to call - again!
Having to cancel a weekend together because of work, family or football.
Checking the post several times, disappointed he hasn't written - again!
Nearly missing the train home because you both overslept.
No kissing this weekend - you've got a cold sore or he's got manflu.
Arguing the moment you get together and spending a frosty weekend together.
Watching the relationship fade away to nothing without really ending things.
Maybe I don't really want a long distance relationship after all!