The 25th November, the day you escaped your mother womb, the day two special people, who will forever my best friends, were born.
The 25th was once a blast, too much alcohol and worn out feet, now it only holds silent tears.
So you would have been the big 42 today and I would have so taken the piss out of you, you old fart.
Not a day goes by that we don’t all miss you and remember the wonderful friendship we all had. We talk about you often and you will never be forgotten.
If only we could see you panic about the grey hair you would be growing and the crows feet I’m sure you would be showing. That midlife drift, beer belly would sure as hell be hanging and yeap we know you would be freaking out.
We miss you desperately and long to see your smile but we know you had to join the bestest of angels so your pain could fade.
Watch over us and laugh as we all become that little bit older and we to will grow grey and age, while you will stay young and as many say perfect.
Sleep well my friend and Happy Birthday. X
You’re the tic to my tac
We were given two hands to hold, two legs to walk,
two eyes to see,
two ears to listen,
but why only one heart?
Because the other was given to someone else for us to find.
It doesn’t matter how far apart we are, we’ll always be under the same sky, so if you ever get lonely, just look at the sky and remember, I’ll always be there for you, loving you.
That first night together,
even with stuffy noses 🤧
seals two souls
for a moment in time.
I don’t t want go to bed
because your not there,
but in the morning
I don’t want to get up,
because its in my dreams that
I see you.
People always tell me love hurts. The truth is loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts.
To be Loved is the one thing
that makes it all