Belfast · Constriction · Ireland · Life · Love · Patience · Relationships · Suicide

I cried for you, too

I can’t get this song out of my head. It’s like as if it’s talking to my soul everyday and saying it will be okay, you know him best, others don’t understand. You have always loved his blue eyes and those strong hands that have held you for years. Those hands are magic and you…… Continue reading I cried for you, too

Ireland · Life · Love · Relationships · Travel

Farewell my old love, ‘Wish you were here’

He never forgave me for losing his Pink Floyd – Wish you were here, limited edition postcard that he had sacrificed by sending to me all those years ago – and could not believe it when I told him I must have thrown it out – he was genuinely shitty with me over that and often mentioned it over the years.