I have a feeling that I lost so many years with you. but then I also know that maybe we weren't ready. I hate myself a bit for not trying. but I was literaly crawling undergrownd when we had our first encounters.
"Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." A little doodle by Charlie-Bowater for one the most beautiful lines from any poem, The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams.