Bloody Kisses, And All That Come With Th
The funeral is Monday.
Death makes one reflect on things past... things long gone
from our lives that meant and mean so much to us as
I wake up every morning with a smile, for the briefest moment.
I wake up, every morning, with my head in the past and words
lingering in my ears, said by a person I have not seen face-
to-face since I was 19... It will be five years at the end of
I wake expecting to see Him sat on the edge of the bed in
front of me, finishing getting ready for work.
I always was sentimental...
...but I can't help it...
...silly, isn't it?