So Holly was on a 24 hour bus trip to Coventry and I was sitting around waiting anxiously, I didn't have a car at this point so I couldn't pick her up but instead walked down to the bus station and thought maybe getting a black cab would make up for it. It is an English staple afterall. But I'm going to go back a little to before Holly got on the bus, to the most important phone call. Holly called and said something along the lines "I'm not just coming to see England, I am coming to see you and if you don't want me to come knowing that tell me and I won't come", luckily I wasn't completely clueless and said of course I wanted to see her and then there was some discussion about what we were to each other. A reversible verbal agreement was put in place that still holds to this day. This time in Coventry we were not a team, not completely, we were still living our lives just with the addition of the other person. I guess a lot of relationships stay this way but with Holly I have a partner and I am forever grateful for that.
So this was our first experience of "normal" life together, I would go to Uni and Holly would chat to Mehdi, occasionally probing him for answer about me apparently and see her friend that lived in the UK. The first time I said I love you (in my own way) was when she went to see her ex in Bristol, whom she was still friends with because it hit me I didn't want to have a life without her in it. Not in a morbid way but in the way when you know that you have found something truly special and didn't realise as kick as you should have because it was obvious the whole time in the way you have been acting, it's just the brain that was slow. But in general it was blissful cooking and hanging out doing nothing spectacular.
However, this time was going to be goodbye for awhile and there were some hard times to come, Christmas being a stand-out, but we pulled through with a rushed booking to Canada and much more.
