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South Africa

I have been sent to visit the South African offices for a month and yes it really is that dangerous over here.

Colleague 1: Dont use a mobile phone outside, you will get killed.

At a restaurant

Colleague 2: Last time I was here, 5 masked men came in. We had to hand over our jewellery, money and mobile phones.

Wtf

Danger aside Richards Bay is stunning, the wildlife incredible. Though luck has it I bought the UK weather with me. All clouds and thunderstorms. The local people are friendly, I have learnt to say Dankie (Afrikanns) and Ngiyabonga (Zulu). Food is 5 parts meat to 1 part veg and I have an intense craving for Chinese food and soup.

Below the hotel

J in her PPE kit visiting the port. Nice.

The someone that can calm my flighty heart

JJ the Jiraffe & Ti the Tiger

Time to move

I cope with all my problems by moving to another country. First Australia then China. I think it is time to go now, nothing is keeping me in England. I need to see the world, I need to explore. I need to move.

Just feel so restless. I feel like im constantly searching for something. But what? A person? A new purpose? I dont know what it is, I just know I havent found it yet.

Lets hope i find it soon.

Goodbye

Why I will never leave you

Do you love me or just the thought of me? It’s so cliché but my mind has been going over this so many times I’ve stopped counting. Which one is it? And what’s the difference other than the ability to touch me?

If I’d pass away, you’d still talk to me before you go to sleep. You’d still tell me all about your day, your job, how there was this moment just after waking when you noticed the bed was colder. You’d probably ask me “and how are you?” and fall asleep shortly after, accustomed to the silence that follows.

On your way to work the radio would play the songs that remind you of me, because they all do. When you’d cross the bridge, images would start to pop up in your head. The two of us swimming naked in the river, our bodies tanned and sweaty. Strawberry ice cream in my hair, my fingers sweet against your lips. My long hair spread out in the grass, your dog peaceful at my feet, your hand pressed against my cheek. None of these are things we’ve necessarily ever done, but the pictures are so pretty in your head.

You don’t need me for that.

If I’m not here – what would you miss me for? Don’t miss being able to talk to me, because you still can. You’ve known me for so long, you already know what I’m going to say anyway. You wouldn’t miss me surprising you, because I never do. There’d be no void where my voice used to be. The silence after I’ve fallen asleep would be even more silent and with your eyes closed you can fantasize that I’m there next to you. You could make me as pretty as you like, finally getting rid of the mole on my right breast you find so distracting.

It would take some getting used to making breakfast just for one, but let’s be honest: that’s not something you’d actually miss, right? It’d give you time to go for a quick run, kick start your day, do something useful. Something you can tell me about later when you imagine me leaning against you, praising you for your hard work. When I’m no longer here, you could still have me and secretly add all the qualities you always wished I had.

When I’m gone, nothing would really change except maybe for the better. You’d cry, for the changes they’d ask you to make are something you’re not ready for. You’d cry for seeing yourself so miserable, for thinking you’d lost the love of your life. Don’t. Don’t cry, don’t change. Don’t tell a soul I’m gone. Keep me with you and make me better than I ever was, take all you never could from me. You wouldn’t have to miss a thing at all; what you loved in me could now never be taken from you. You’d never have to miss me.

But I’d sure miss to be touched

- Amazing. Here is the link on Thought Catalog