Love Is . . . #3
Love is the Zepplin T-shirt she bought me for my birthday. And she finished us six months later. I couldn’t …
Love is the Zepplin T-shirt she bought me for my birthday. And she finished us six months later. I couldn’t …
They’re doing it on the TV. They’re taking clothes off and slipping between the sheets like you used to do. …
Vinny and Martin are with me at the picnic tables by the woods in the Sunday sunshine. Needless to say …
Writing letters to people in Scotland and a box to help with my situation today. Asking others in my family …
Like a Monet painting of the cathedral, if you wait a while it’ll look different. One minute you hate her, …
Foggy day, bright and chilly. Wasted time researching cameras. Should have been washing clothes and paying the rent. Texted Fiona …
Driving there. Blizzards and freezing fog frosted trees, eyes out on storks trying to see a little further down the …
Well once more here I am about to, pack and set off for Heartbeatland and the arms of the one …
It’s funny how things turn out. You never imagine when you start something where it will end. Like so many …