After watching a series I really love tonight, I started changing channels, firmly convinced that I'd turn the telly off to go back to my computer. There was a channel showing episodes of The Mentalist; I found myself watching because I'll always associate the last episode of that series with the last time I was happy before He left for the island with no phones and no Wi-Fi.
It's been 568 days, and I'll keep counting until I start packing to go to the island myself...
Apart from the fact that I can still smile or cry thinking about Him, there's a Cole Porter song that makes me think of Him.
Here's a version of it with Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire:
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My mate Claire and I were inseparable, and I bought her a copy of Fleetwood macs Everywhere the last year before uni and leaving Devon, we played it every day, and danced and sang along to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MmyDosjjP5U the song of the end of my childhood, our song and time, within a year she had died, even finding this to post has left me in tears, not having or being, hurts, nothing changes it, time just allows you more space.
28 years on it still hurts. sorry.
*glomp* I'm sorry Claire went to that dreadful, far-away, unconnected island so soon.
Big hearts hurt a lot, but we can't help it. *hugs*
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