You are missed. You will always be missed.
won2keep
20th September 2012
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland
Miss you every day. Happy Birthday to yoooouuuuuuu!
From Melanie on 10/06/2011