I waited hours last night for a phone call after leaving numerous teary 'please call' messages. My shift was exhausting simply because it was impossible to rest on the train; I can't complain it wasn't hard work but I so badly wanted to eat and eat. I managed until we were nearly there but even the scenery couldn't stop me.
Fort William is always the difficult one, 16 hours going up and 13 coming back, plenty of time to gorge. Eventally this morning he rang and all my composure fell; I've been terrified he's stopped loving me, but he said he does and that we just don't know what the future holds, so we shouldn't make plans. I want too! But we have been moving a little fast and now, rested, I feel good about us; whatever happens will happen.
And I'm off to post a flash fiction story to Mslexia.