January 2010
An amazing twenty-four hours.
Waking up on the lounge and finally getting more than 3 or 4 hours sleep.
Being driven down to Pam’s and watching Black Books/The IT Crowd.. relaxing.
Busing into town and meeting her, crashing at Cibo upstairs.. Watching Sherlock Holmes..
Standing at the bus stop, with the words caught in my throat.. Word’s can’t describe how happy I am to tell her what I feel, especially...
starryeyedskies:
as we grow up, we learn that the one person who’d never let you down, probably will. the one person that you never thought would be there for you, will be. you will eventually lose someone you love, and love someone you never thought you’d find. people are going to hate you, love you, love to hate you, and hate to love you. you only learn who your real friends are.
You're fucking amazing.
Whether you know it or not, you’re one of the most incredible people I’ve met. Owing Becky the world plus some.. it’s crazy.
We're just two fucked up peas in a pod.. I quite...
I'm sorry.
I’m an idiot, and I apologise the best that I can.
Do I feel stupid?
With tears in my eyes? Because I’m a fucking emotional? Yes. Yes I do.
A far-off memory like a scattered dream.
A scattered dream like a far-off memory.
I want to line the pieces up -
Yours, and mine.
There are not many who remember, they say a handful still survive, they turned the world about, the day the lights went out, to keep the memory alive.
So I thought I'd give this a shot.
Yes, we really do suck at this.