Earlier this year, I had a bit of a clean up in my bedroom. As I had been alone for many years, my things had migrated to take over all the drawers and wardrobe space that had been left by the vacating party. I was at a point in my life where I was considering a big change, and that change necessitated cleaning up my shit and leaving some empty drawer space and wardrobe space; and that is all I will say on the subject except to say that I opened one of the empty drawers today and burst into tears. Ridiculous I know, but there you have it, a lost dream, comes back and packs a punch.
As I was going along my merry way this morning, re introducing my bedroom furniture to the feather duster (long lost loves that had fallen along the way side, but a chance meeting and a sensual glide has brought them back to happiness again ;-) and I realised that my favorite perfume had finished. It had been given to me as a Christmas present by someone special and I always wore it behind my ears and down my neck............Well you can guess why I am sure. I opened the bottle and tried to get one last squirt out...............................yep, there was one last squirt and again I burst into tears.
WTF!!!!!!! I am almost 50 and I am behaving like a 15 year old. I guess I have learnt that one cannot control one's heart no matter how hard you try.
