Firstly; I am not a writer, I am not good at letting these things called emotions out but it’s got to a stage at which I need a…
Once more, leaning in, enveloping myself in your scent.
Berries, sex, mint. I lay there thinking;
‘What will you do once you’re done falling in love with me?’
Dawn is breaking and you’re beginning to stir.
‘Five more minutes.’
It was real love.
No doubt.
Brief.
Pure.
We left our notes.
Rushed scratches on torn paper.
It’s easy to ask what if?
what if I’d opened up a bit more?
what if I hadn’t left?
Three years has taught me so much. It’s taught me about myself and the connections I make with the world around me.
And the odd bit of film-making here and there.
2015 had some pretty dramatic ups and downs for me.