Annual Heartbreak
It’s been a year since you last held me in your arms. I can remember the last day. Hell – I can remember the first day. Your arms – the safest and best place to be. I don’t remember the day I met you, but I remember the first day I noticed you. A school day, my first day with duties as a prefect I guess. I just couldn’t believe you were at my school – couldn’t believe you were that much younger than me. 18 months. All we did at first was talk. There didn’t seem to be anything that we differed...