This one is going to be very short because I am in the thick of it right now.
For anyone who has lost a true love, does this do it justice?
I met George fourteen years ago. I didn’t need to think about it, about how long it had been, because I always know. There are places in the city I don’t walk past. Movies I will never see a second time. Music I can’t stand to hear. George and I shared one year of my life, but it is that one year that defines the others. Of the innumerable things that the old neglect to tell the young, the most unforgivable is that love doesn’t always come again.
Let me know! More later