A circle around town, walking past places that remind me of a time now gone. Searching through every alley way, and wide eyes gawking at every face that passes by
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