A Whole Year

I was at work the other day, during a quiet spell. We found we were up to date with all our work, so we had a chat, getting to each other better. I found I couldn’t stop talking to my colleague about Goldfinch. I was overjoyed relating some of the joyful experiences that I shared with him, sharing some of the wonderful memories he has left me with.

I am not sure I can write a post right now. I don’t have it in me. But I miss him. I miss him so much!

Him being on the other side of the planet is a good thing really. I am building a life with Jack from now on. I have been very blessed of late. A wonderful Australian man who came into my life out of the blue, and helped heal this bruised heart of mine. And now, stronger hearted, I have Jack back. Wonderful Jack, who perhaps I wasn’t ready for in the past.

A lot can happen in a year. I wish for Goldfinch always to be a part of my life.

What The Fans Will Say

I found myself walking through the woods this week thinking about everything that has happened and worrying about the future. As the thoughts rumbled through my head, I ended up singing a song to myself. I can’t write the tune that was in my head. He could. He is a true musician. Anyway the words will have to do for you. make up your own tune if you like.

 

Caking my face with expensive make-up

Raking my wardrobe for a grand shake-up

I only do it for him, it has to be this way

Because you never really know what the fans will say

 

But it’s ok, baby it’s ok

Because he knows the real me

And no matter what they all might say

Turns out I know the real him

 

Bracing myself so I don’t disgrace him

Pacing the romance so I can face him

He says he does it for me, it has to be this way

If we get this wrong then who knows what the fans will say

 

But it’s ok, baby it’s ok

Turns out he knows the real me

And no matter what they all might say

He says I know the real him

 

Biting my lips so we don’t start fighting

Lighting up for him, these wrongs need righting

We’ll do it for each other, it has to be this way

We’re both afraid, terrified of what the fans will say

 

But it’s ok, baby it’s ok

I’d say he knows the real me

And no matter what they all might say

I’m in love with the real him

 

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