Thinking of our days in Yorkshire.
Headphones on.
Playing music as loud as I can; try to drown out the memories that make me sad.
Thinking of our days in Yorkshire.
Headphones on.
Playing music as loud as I can; try to drown out the memories that make me sad.
Making breakfast this morning -- memories of Pateley Bridge. Twenty years ago, Friday, looking forward to wonderful weekends in Yorkshire. Some days, now, more difficult than other days. But in the big scheme of things, I have no complaints, doing well. Not a day goes by that I don't think of Yorkshire.
.... it would took eight years to get over an unrequited love.
Not true. Has it been twenty-one years?
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you. And the memories seem stronger than ever.
Google maps, satellite photos, and street views of Yorkshire bring back bittersweet memories.
I haven't changed a bit ... except normal aging process and "slow" at that.
Movie night, tonight.
First, Notorious. Whoo-hoo!
Then, Casablanca! Another whoo-hoo!
As time goes by ... link here.