mum and dad called from spain this morning and, as often happens when someone calls from a payphone, the phone went dead mid conversation. i sat, silently, phone in hand, for a long time, listening to dead air. i felt that putting the receiver down would be more of a loss of connection than the line going dead.
there was a time in my life when i thought i wouldn't care if i never saw or heard from my parents again. maybe its because i'm older and wiser or maybe i needed to put distance between us to feel closer but either way i've come to realise that they have been better parents than most and, more importantly, the best parents they could be.
10:02 p.m. - June 01, 2003
we had champagne and pot noodles in bed. if that's not the height of romance then i don't know what is.
10:29 a.m. - June 01, 2003
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