I had a shit day at work today. Nothing bad happened in particular... it was just a bad day. But for some reason i feel different about things today. All i've thought about is getting away. Seeing new places, and having new experiences. I want to go back to Paris, and i want to see Venice and Prague and Florence. I want to learn how to snowboard and i want to fly down pistes again.
But i don't want to go alone.
I want to share all these things with someone special you know? And it's not such an easy thing to ask. Steve and so many of my friends have travelled, and i act so 'yeah and?' around them. Truth is, i'm insanely jealous. I hate Steve talking about Australia because it's a big part of him that i'll never know and can never relate to, short of me dragging him back to show me how he felt, what he saw and what it all meant to him. I want to see a truly beautiful sight, and be able to share it with someone stood right next to me, holding my hand. I want to go so much it hurts, but i want to share all those moments with someone else. Which is easier said than done.
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