I hope you know what you meant to me. I hope you know that I still think of you – not often but sporadically, like my brain has a mind of its own
Two in the morning and left here thinking of you – what could have been and what should have been. Sometimes, it happens and I can’t stop my wondering
Sheffield – my home away from home for the last two years of my life. And I love it here, everything from the city to my university and my church
Of back alleys and by-ways. Of discovering hidden gems and unearthing history. Of friendships and food. Drawn in by rich culture and the wonderful people of Italy, she was in awe at every sight and sound
Two nights ago, I decided to watch Pocahontas. You know, the Disney movie from the mid-90s which fed the wild imagination of young children who don’t actually understand the underlying meaning in the storyline