No Holidays for Me
Not while single, at least.
People always ask me “Have you got any holiday plans coming up?”
My answer is always the same:
“Not. while. I’m single.”
Because what am I supposed to do? Book a flight to Greece or Italy or Portugal to have no one to talk to on the plane? On the way to the airport? In the car?
All alone without a passenger princess, while I play The Weeknd to get me even more drunk in a bleeding love. Oh, how I freaking hate that.
Imagine getting there, to the destination, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the lone mirror of an awfully quiet elevator.
Leave your worries behind because a huge, sad, empty room is waiting for me upstairs. No one to share it with when I know damn well we’d be making out and undress as soon as we opened the door and then throw each other on the bed — pleasure eyes on top of me, moans whispered into my ear, and sharp nails digging into my back.
What’s after that? Let me see. Oh, yes, a lovely dinner surrounded by strangers. They seat me at a table for two, a poignant reminder that I’m all alone in a place far away from home. The traditional food only leaves my mouth a sour taste of vinegar.
Later, I go visit the ghost town that happens to be my own room back at the hotel. It’s not a place I was eager to come back to. “The Proposal”, starring Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds, is playing on the TV and the snacks wish they had a young couple to munch on them. Instead, they remain untouched. I dream about our lips, nuzzling against each other like a love that’s been separated but found home again. One sweet smile and a forehead kiss that would melt both our hearts is the last thought that crosses my mind before falling asleep.
In the morning, I find out the all-inclusive breakfast is but a misleading name. And the food doesn’t taste any better than it did last night.
Sightseeing... Walk the streets in the echoes of a foreign language spoken by unfamiliar faces.
How would I even survive this long without a conversation with someone I hold dear? Without someone to hold my hand? Without a bit of gossip?
How could anybody?
Sounds very appealing, really, it does…but why in the world would I do such thing?
I’d rather wait.
Memories are best made in two.
A song I’ve been enjoying:
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