I found this letter today, stuffed away in my pen pot. Written to ward off those moments of regret.....
"It had been a beautiful day, sweet reunion, walks across the cold Chase.
We had settled down listening to The Magic Numbers,
I thought life was perfect, my head on your lap, you in one of your jumpers.
Then you broke my heart again.
In those early days it hurt a lot, but I would get used to it, it would happen so many times.
I still feel it now, whenever I hear the Magic Numbers I think of that day.
And the many days in between.
The pain, the tears that well in my eyes,
the chickens we'll never have, the amazing memories now bottled for ever.
The canvas.
You when you're drunk.
Yes, that drunk.
The pain and the bad memories should easily outweigh everything else.
If only you could be how I wanted you to be,
but you're not and I don't love you,
only I still love that image of how I wanted you to be
and that image is wrapped up in you.
But that will never work and round we go again."
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