Strong recollections

This hasn’t been written by me but sent to me by someone who I played with over 2 years ago. So well written I had to publish it here.

The initial nerves from how the day had gone had finally started to fade. I’d settled into the idea that it had been a good introduction to WWW, meeting a few nice new people, spending most of the day in the hot tub, and then heading home.

The conversation was flowing, but in my mind I was only staying another ten minutes before getting out, sorting myself out, and making my way home.

Then over wandered a lady wearing what I was fairly sure was an uchikake, or perhaps a kimono. Either way, it was every bit as lovely as she was. She perched herself on the edge of the hot tub, tea in hand. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as we spoke, and made it impossible not to smile back. I was, however, slightly disappointed that from where she was now sitting, I could no longer appreciate the curves hidden beneath what looked like an incredibly soft and elegant robe.

Before I knew it, my ten-minute deadline had come and gone. There was no panic. This was fun. She was not only gorgeous but engaging too, and seemed surprisingly interested in what I had to say. I could feel my cheeky side beginning to emerge.

It looked as though she was also mentally making plans to leave, and if she did, I probably would too. But there was no way I could let her go without at least trying to persuade her to stay for a little dip first.

The balancing act began, showing interest without being rude to my new friend S at the same time. Thankfully, S soon joined in, and after a few attempts, the sight of the lovely lady I only knew as Red walking away to get ready to join us ignited something inside me.

A few minutes later, she returned, and watching her step into the water was easily the best thing I had seen all day

We sat, talked, and laughed. She knew a few local places, which was new for me in this sort of situation. Then the nerves returned, that feeling of the unknown. Just be yourself, I kept telling myself.

The urge to kiss Red continued to grow. My hand brushed against her leg and she didn’t seem to mind. A few times I caught myself leaning slightly closer, wondering if she would do the same, but nothing happened.

Eventually I decided to stop overthinking.

Before my brain had fully processed the idea, the words were already out.

“Can I kiss you?”

The smile that followed told me everything I needed to know.

The kiss itself only made things worse, in the best possible way. It left me wanting more. The attraction that had been building as we spoke suddenly felt impossible to ignore. We sat closer together, my touch became more confident, but who was leading the way. Every glance, every smile, every lingering moment seemed to add fuel to the fire.

The conversation faded into the background as the chemistry between us took over. The nerves that had been there earlier were gone now again, replaced by excitement and anticipation. It felt as though we were both caught in the same current, slowly drifting closer together, neither of us particularly interested in resisting it. For a moment, we seemed alone. There was only the warm water around us, and the intoxicating feeling of discovering that the attraction was very much mutual.

Her hand was wandering now, and every brush of her fingertips sent a jolt through me. When she finally let her hand settle on my cock, it caught me by surprise and made me jump slightly, drawing a smile from both of us as she took a firm grip.

The kiss deepened, becoming slower and more deliberate. My hand traced its way down from her boobs over her stomach to her thigh, lingering there for a moment as if asking permission before moving any further. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she moved closer. Invitation accepted, my finger push through her lips and tease either side of her clit, before sliding as deep inside of her as the angle allowed, rotating purposefully, before it was joined by a second. All I could focus on was her.

Every touch seemed to encourage the next, and before I knew she was stroking my shaft at a pace that my fingers were matching as they rotated inside of her.

Her breathing changed, matching the moment, and I could feel my own heartbeat racing in response. There was a confidence between us now that hadn’t existed earlier, a mutual understanding that neither of us wanted the moment to end.

I wanted more of her. More of the electricity that seemed to spark every time our bodies brushed together. The temptation to lose myself completely in her was too much, I needed to taste her. I dont want this to stop, but the fear of drowning outweighed that need, which lead to the newly confident me announcing.

“I want to put my mouth there.”

Which was meet with agreement.

We climbed out of the hot tub and made our way towards the cushions behind it. I barely noticed anyone else around us. My attention was completely fixed on Red, watching her walk ahead of me hypnotised by her wet curves as anticipation built with every step.

Once we reached the cushions, we kissed again. Slowly at first, then with increasing hunger. My hands continued exploring her body as she settled back, inviting me closer.

Red tasted every bit as incredible as she looked. Laid back, thighs against my cheeks, clit exposed to my tongue, I took my time, enjoying every reaction, every change in her breathing, every movement of her body beneath my touch. Feeling her pleasure build was intoxicating. It always had been my favourite part.

My fingers joined in once more, and her body responded instantly. She writhed above me, her breathing becoming uneven as the tension continued to build. Then came a moment where everything seemed to pause before crashing over her. Was that an orgasm? It certainly felt like one.

I moved back up to kiss her, reaching beneath my watch and producing a condom. Presumptuous, perhaps. Then she surprised me. “Wait,” she said. I paused, “Do you want to?” “Yes,” she replied, I was making sure I hadn’t misunderstood what was coming next.

“I do. But I want to return the favour first.” We shuffled further onto the cushions and switched positions. The anticipation was almost unbearable. Every teasing touch only made it worse, and when she finally looked up at me before taking my cock into her mouth, the intensity of the moment hit me all at once.

The sensation was incredible.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure through me. My hands found their way into her hair and thumbed about trying to keep it out of her face while enjoying every second of what she was doing to me.

Somehow, in a flash the condom was suddenly out of the packet and in place on my throbbing cock, and moments later she was straddling me. At first, she moved slowly, grinding against me. Then the pace increased. I matched her rhythm, starting to lift my hips as the grinding became bouncing, making sure I thrust my hips just before her sexy bum slapped against my thighs. The feeling was overwhelming. I was already close.

Then suddenly she tensed and moved off of my cock, pleasure washing over her in waves. Seeing her lose control like that only pushed me closer myself. The look on her face, the sounds she made, the covering she gave me, not once but twice in short succession, it felt incredible

“I haven’t done that in ages,” she muttered.

I tried not to look too pleased with myself, though I was fairly sure the grin on my face gave me away.

As she settled back against me, I sat up and wrapped my arms around her. Her legs locked around my waist as we kissed, catching our breath for a moment before the desire returned once again.

I eased her back onto the cushions without breaking the kiss and began moving inside.of her. It didn’t take long for me to realise I wasn’t going to last much longer. My arms wrapped underneath her and my hands tightened around her glorious bum as the pleasure finally became too much to hold back. The orgasm hit hard, washing away every coherent thought until all I could do was enjoy the moment. Eventually the movement slowed. Then stopped.

For a few seconds, neither of us said anything.

That was amazing. The only question left in my mind was whether she thought the same way.

2025, the year of younger men

Whilst Vanilla Life kicked my arse in many ways, grief like I’ve never known, so many other things for family and friends, it seems that in the LS, it was so much kinder, light hearted fun, and as it turns out, the year of the younger male for me. Something I didn’t think was on my radar.

I realised quite a while ago that men see us very differently to how we scrutinise ourselves and that includes age. I’ve been told repeatedly that I don’t look my age which at this stage is great, so I’ll take it. 

The average age of males I’ve played with this year has been in their 30’s with one charmer at 27, lucky Red. 

The difference is obvious, they have great physiques. All of them toned, muscular but importantly they had charm, banter and chat.

I feel I’m at a crossroads with what I’d like to do this year, kink fantasy is one and going along to a kink event as well as visiting some new clubs.

There’s always the fine balance of fun with connections that aren’t anymore than that. This can be so natural and easy with some but there is always the odd person that comes along and your mind can race with thinking of many more things you’d like to do with them. This can pan out quite quickly if your sexual desires don’t match. For now, I’m still enjoying going to events, the socialising, the friends I’ve met. Let’s see what 2026 brings. 

The Chair

Don’t you find it strange when something that has gone through your head comes to fruition?

I’d applied for a job and excitedly I’d got an interview for my dream job. Whilst sitting anxiously awaiting for my name to be called, I glance around this room, at the furniture, artwork and the plush seating.

Suddenly I’m called through to meet hopefully my prospective employer. 

When I step into the room, he asks me to take a seat. I sit, not having really taken in the chair. The office is grand but I’m a little surprised to see there’s just one interviewer. Not the norm these days with things being fair and equal should a company be challenged. 

Once sat, I become aware of the chair, it’s small, it’s a little hard and actually very basic compared to everything else in this room. I stand to remove my coat and have a proper look at it. It’s almost like a school wooden chair with just a bar going across the back.

Once settled, I face the interviewer. He’s late 30’s at a guess and he whilst not especially good looking, he has piercing eyes. His appearance tells me he looks after himself. He has a deep voice and begins to run through questions about my work history. At one point as he’s looking down at my CV, he glances up and smirks. It’s a dark look, hard to read and there is a long silence. He then asks me if I have any questions. He stands and thanks me for coming along and if offered the job, when can I start.

Less than 24 hours later I’m offered the job. I’m very excited and can start immediately. 

My first day arrives and when I’m shown to my desk, I’m surprised it’s just outside the office of my interviewer. I had not applied to be a PA? The chair I was sat on for the interview is the same chair that’s behind my desk which takes me aback as it wasn’t comfortable at all and it’s too small. When he arrives, he tells me that there had been a mini change in the job and I’d be sitting here for a while. 

The job wasn’t what I expected and was rather dull with very little interaction with other staff in my first week. 

By the end of the week, he asks me if I can stay behind to clear up some projects with him. It’s Friday, surely he wants to get home. I agree as I want to show willing.

Once it’s 6pm everyone else seems to have disappeared when I return from the bathroom, except my manager. 

As I enter the office, the chair is sat central in the room. I look bemused and go to move it back. 

“DON’T” I hear him say. “Please sit”.

I do as I’m asked and quickly feel my breathe become ragged as there’s a change in the air. He begins to circle me and once he’s standing behind me he bends down, I can feel his breathe on my neck. He whispers in my ear “you’ve been a very good girl this week, I’d like to reward you”.

It’s at this point I feel very conflicted because one part of my head is saying wtf whilst my other part is extremely turned on. Eventually I nod. 

“Sorry, I can’t hear you?” “Do you want to be rewarded?”

Yes please I whisper. 

“Yes Sir” that’s what you must call me from now on.

He reassures me that I’m safe, not to worry and we are going to have lots of fun.

He begins to blindfold me, I bite down on my bottom lip.

“Don’t do that, I’m going to gag you” I hear him say. He asks where the red lipstick is that I was wearing today. I tell him it’s in the top drawer of my desk.

I hear him walk to my desk and the drawer open, he walks back to me and applies the lipstick to my mouth but as he finishes, he drags it slightly down so it’s smeared. “Better”, he says. 

My head is on high alert. What have I agreed to? 

I feel him run his hand up my leg and asks me to widen them. He wants to know if I’m aroused. I can feel his fingers run along my knickers and then slide them to the side. He then glides two fingers along my slick. I can hear him lick his fingers and say “oh yes, you are a good girl, you taste sweet”

He then helps me to stand, my breathing is heavy and I’m a mix of embarrassment and want. He unbuttons my blouse, removing it, then my skirt. He pulls it down and helps me step out of it. Now stood in just heels, stockings and lingerie he makes a growling kind of noise under his breath. He then removes my bra and knickers and sits me back down. 

He attaches a gag, I’m drooling. I then feel him rub cold lube over my bum and I start as a cold plug is slowly being inserted into me. He tells me to feel it to push it. As I reach round, I can feel the tail attached to it, soft and long. I smile and he says good girl again. 

Next he ties my ankles and wrists to the chair. I’m trying to visualise how I must look. 

With a start, he rubs my already hard nipples and I feel a sharp pain as I realise he’s attaching clamps to them. My endorphins are kicking in as I realise I’m completely tied, gagged, plugged and I can’t see. 

Suddenly I’m aware a zip is being pulled down and the of slick of his pre cum is rubbing  along my lips coating me. His hardness has me so turned on but I can’t speak, the drool is excessively dripping into my thighs. 

“You look beautiful” I hear him say. 

He’s running his fingertips over my nipples and down my torso, then his thumb over my bottom lip. His bends in and licks my face. He smells of addiction. He then rubs his cock over my lips again as he reaches with his other hand between my legs. You have a very pretty cunt, he whispers. 

I suddenly feel something cold being inserted into me, I can’t decide if it’s glass or metal. My breathing is now hard, I’m moaning beneath this gag. Never have I experienced anything like this. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. He begins to push this dildo back and forth. I feel the gag released and suddenly his cock is being pushed into my mouth. I realise I’d been wanting this from the moment he blindfolded me.

As I start to shudder and shake, he pulls the blindfold off and as he cums in my mouth, over my lips, his eyes piercing into me, I cum hard as well. The biggest shuddering mess as he says “you’re mine now”.

Indeed I am, I’m hooked by everything that’s just happened. He leaves me to get dressed after he’s held me for a long time, stroking my hair, his warm skin again mine. When he returns to the room, he smiles and just says “see you Monday?” A question more than anything. He definitely will. 

My beautiful Sarah

I don’t will stuff very often but Sarah, pull through this please. I implore you to, your strength has been incredible before, we love you too much to lose you 💜

2nd April…

And just like that, you’re gone, you’ve gained your wings, leaving behind so many fantastic memories. We are all devastated. You made so many lives happy and memorable. We partied hard and as you always said, “I love to laugh”. You’ve left a scar on my heart that I never want erased. I’ll miss you everyday.

7th April

My heart literally aches today. Each day is different. There’s been lots of numb days. Unexpected tearful moments. I’m so pissed off you’ve gone and left us, our tight friendship group of 4. Currently we are in limbo for arrangements. You wrote down what you wanted, you bloody knew.

21st April

This grief, it’s a new one on me, the rollercoaster of emotions. Dancing last night, fantastic music but you were there, making me cry, making me smile, all the goosebumps. Just wish it wasn’t true. We miss you so much.

Beginning of May, this letter that was placed in your casket

Dear Sarah 

You’ve been gone from us a month now, in some ways it feels so much longer but in others a lifetime.

We can’t accept you’ve gone, we talk about you almost daily, the wonderful memories we have and the laughs we had. You are always on my mind, it brings a mix of smiles and tears.

Ive spoken mostly with H about you, she is an amazing daughter, so generous in her grief, saying it’s not a competition on who’s closest. If only we could take back time and have you here again. We all miss you so much. 

As your sister said, a true whirlwind, lite up every room you entered, that big voice of yours, added with so much interest in everyone, a hundred questions you wanted to know from what you’re having for tea to any subject, nothing was off limits. 

As time goes by, we will have to adapt without you, that huge silence, a void. 

But I’m just grateful you came into my life, I’m all the richer for knowing you. I love you and I’m so cross you left us too soon. 

I know you’ll be laughing and dancing watching us, we feel you here with us. Long may that feeling last.

Don’t worry, “Kee has the bags”. 

Your friend forever, L xx

9th May

Today, we finally said goodbye to you, what a fantastic service, what a turn out. You were so loved. Your girls want to come to our next weekend away, we are delighted 💜

The song you chose was just so powerful…tether your soul to me “love my life”

https://youtu.be/v7YVEUhEW2w?si=2trgHMJB53-Kvlz0

The Men in my life

As it’s Valentine’s Day and I’ve just watched Better Man this week, I wanted to write how some of that film hit deeply for me and the thoughts I’ve had about the men in my life from all aspects.

Robbie’s dad left when he was 3 years where as I was 14 when my dad left, however, it made me realise on how I had dumbed down those feelings of when he left, I can see it in my minds eye so crystal clear considering it was 1984, waking one Sunday to hear my parents arguing and my mum saying “you need to be gone by the time I get back tonight or I’m going”. The initial fear of him staying and her going made me freeze. Essentially I grew up with parents who lead very separate lives, they were so young when they married (as was I but a different scenario), young parents, you’d hope that would be a plus but not so for my dad, it was always about him and his wants, his feelings and after a 3 year affair my mum finally had enough and said go, so he did with the line that he wanted to come back for months, so she called his bluff and then he didn’t. He’s now 79, my relationship is poor, he never bothers. For years, I made all the effort, once I could drive I visited most Sundays, then continued until my children got to that age when they didn’t want to. In my mind, I figured that he could visit me, just 4 miles away, he chose not to. Then he retired and moved to the seaside, again I thought this will be great to stay and do things together. Whilst we went down to the beach, he stayed in front of the tv. He refuses to see how one sided it is and he’s quick to say I don’t call, I don’t bother when he never has. If I was to have any form of counselling it would be because of him, his dysfunctional way of not seeing things how they are. 

BUT, putting that aside I would say I’ve been extremely lucky with the other significant men in my life. 

I have a brother who has always been supportive, consistent, reliable and an ear. He’s always stayed in touched, right from msn days (he lives abroad) and a huge support a few years ago when my business started to fail after Covid. Luckily there’s no favourites, my dad doesn’t bother with him either.

My grandad could be grumpy but he was someone I enjoyed visiting when I was young. I remember taking my friend to his house, he was recently widowed and she shaved him, then he put on a max bygraves record and they danced. Sweet memories. 

My husband came into my life via my brother three months before my dad left. He’s loving, a pleaser, will do anything for me and we don’t really argue, we talk, a lot. 

The other man of significance who is steady is my step dad of over 30 years, such a brilliant man.

I appreciate that whilst friends and lovers come and go, and you learn from this in many ways, these three males have been nothing but kind and loving.

I’m truly grateful for that and for them.

What Robbie was seeking was something we all want, we want parents (dads) who are proud of us, tell us this and love us by their actions, not by empty words. 

Dreams

I had a dream so real that I felt I was touching you, I could hear myself asking if it was real.

The kiss, the feel of your chest hair, going down on you, tracing you, skin to skin, kissing your nipple, but then I woke up…

21st October

You were there again in my dream, just before I woke up. I was standing watching you from afar dosing and smiling…there were lots of people there too….

The Awakening

Talking recently about when we play. This person said that years ago, they had a gf that never made any noises and it was a little off putting as you wonder if you are doing it right.

I replied that I never used to make noises and when I was young, I’m not convinced I really enjoyed sex. 

However, as I reached my mid 30’s, I really did start to enjoy it because small things were added into the mix.

A gift of thigh boots. Boots were my real first turn on. Wearing these made me feel different, slutty I guess. Then vibrators were bought and with this, comes the opening of the mind, I then experienced anal for the first time, nothing to do with physical but all because my mind opened up and allowed it, I wanted it. Then it wasn’t repeated for a long time, when it was, it hurt, I wasn’t in the right headspace. Plus his girth size was in my mind.

Fast forward to new items purchased, my latex hood and that feeling of being a different person, my alter ego and it meant I could be someone else, feel something else that was lurking beneath.

Look how many people love fancy dress or just dressing up and the shift in fun and how they think or feel.

With this added attire brought so much more for me, just closing my eyes and imagining many scenarios, either from images I’d seen or the fact I’m incredibly blessed with a great imagination. Some of the best orgasms have been alone. Many of us have kinks we didn’t know we carry. It just takes something to trigger it. 

And now, when I play, the moaning is certainly there, vocal when in the moment. I urge anyone to find their kink regardless of what stage it is in your life.

This link (mini film/video/song of 13 mins) really did it for me in many ways. 

My Life Partner

It’s about time I wrote about my husband.

For 10+ years I’ve randomly written my thoughts and feelings here but hadn’t written in depth about my husband.

This blog goes to the absolute light of my life, my life partner, someone so special and so rare in what he allows and supports me to do when it comes to this lifestyle.

In fact only this week when I mentioned my blog did he say, I didn’t know you had one, so I sent it to him to read. There’s never any side to his comments, no jealousy, no feelings of insecurity. What can I say aside from I got really lucky.

It was 1984, I was just turning 14 when he asked me out. He had just turned 20, there was uproar and worry from parents alike, understandably. We went out for 7 years, still the first to marry in our social circle, a week before my 21st and 4 days before his 27th.

I can’t quite believe we are 40 years on. It really doesn’t feel like it. So after 30 years, this lifestyle began. He took all of it in his stride. My husband is a pleaser but there’s a big difference between that and being a push over which he is not. He has the kindest heart.

I think we both realised that I/we needed to take this journey, having only had sex with each other for all that time. Personally my sex drive has increased over the years and maybe that’s due to him being my only partner or maybe it was just an awakening.

Vanilla friends have asked us what’s our secret to a happy marriage. My view is honesty, trust and communication, without that, what is there? We are still very intimate and affectionate. He’s embraced my kinks and we’ve enjoyed a few together, mostly the latex side. Essentially we still love spending time together and have plans on things we want to do.

He’s naturally a dominant when it comes to play and his skills certainly shined when we started out as people would procrastinate. His strap line would be “can I make a suggestion” and people were so pleased. Yes, yes, yes, please do! I need to be reigned in as I’m strong character and he gets that just right.

We swung together for 5 years, with couples and singles. Then he just reached a point where he didn’t want to anymore. However, he allowed me to continue with no issues whatsoever. I think the hardest part is when he sees me hurt. I have felt it with him too, you become frustrated by someone else treating your loved one in a way you just wouldn’t.

I can’t imagine my life without my love, some call it soul mate but for me he’s my life partner, my priority.

So my darling, here’s to your big birthday this week, I love you with all my heart and here’s to many many more. xx

Lover who subtley controls

I wanted to be your lover, a friend who was honest.

For a while, we walked the same path, then we didn’t, so many things that weren’t actually the truth on what was said verses what was felt and as it turns out what was really happening. But I know I was always open and honest with you.

I’ll miss our days out, our hotel rendezvous, coffees & cakes, airbnbs, cinema, sharing chocolate, poetry, books, endless addictive kisses, laying in bed laughing but all things come to an end if you aren’t singing off the same page and you kept changing the rules/dynamics. We met in a swinging club where you didn’t like me so much as kissing anyone else, funny there were rules when my husband didn’t have them. The double standards were unbelievable.

I’d not moved on when you said I had, in fact you had, I just paused. But it’s so easy to deflect and come up with other reasons than taking responsibility for your words and actions. In the end you treated me like an absolute cunt, and I don’t use that word lightly. But I’m so glad I stepped back to get the bigger picture and see the red flags, watching and hearing how you are doing it again even though my advice was don’t repeat the love bombing. You used the L word early on and are doing it again so it’s clear you did it before me. I just feel relief, I’m happy and free now. That subtle control is so clever.

Weird thing is using my words in your profile, the exact words I used to verify someone else, you are now using for your new person. Who does that? Oh yes, the person who shared the intimate poetry I shared with you and they then used on their profile. When asked if you had shared, you avoided the question by directly saying they were well read. Sad times, when the person who claims to care, treats you like an idiot. It was all a lie, treated me how you treat your wife, the serial adulterer.

Looking back…

Going on what has just happened to me, and seeing as I seem to like “nice men”, I happened to stumble on an old email from the first person I connected with, 8 years ago. It’s mad that I have fallen down the same rabbit hole more than once. It’s also so tiring on the old grey matter. Here is what he said….

Looking back on it, L was something incredible. You get a sense for people you meet when you’ve been a swinger for a while. More so than regular intuition. A higher level than being able to judge character. You’ just know’. To a large degree you can look at someone and from their walk, their smile and those first exchanges you ‘just know’.

She appeared from the station into sunlight. We’d been chatting for a good while. Emails, instant messaging and progressing to phone calls. That helps get a sense of the person. There’s still always a chance you may not spark each other’s wicks, so to speak. She did. Instantly. She didn’t know I was sat at the table outside a Costa looking at her. We’d arranged to meet in front of the station, but I’d seen her before she saw me. She was quickly on the phone to see where I was. I had to tease her. It’s my nature, to tease, to draw out the moment, to be cheeky. It didn’t last long though because ‘I knew’.

I knew I didn’t want to waste time not being with her, getting to know her, looking into her eyes. As she came into view moments before, her figure, her movements were graceful. Confident. Sleek. She was tall. Her red hair catching a little of the sun light. As I teased her with my location on the phone I saw her smile for the first time. That was the clincher. Right there, that moment. I can still see it now vividly. The smile. Her smile. I was hooked. She didn’t know it, but I would have taken her right then.

The day was lovely. Walking and chatting. Stopping for lunch at Carluccio’s. L began my education into red wine that day. It continues now. It will never leave me. It’s a part of her that I will hold onto forever. Just one part. There are others. We walked and chatted again. Holding hands came naturally. This wasn’t a swingers social anymore. This was more. Deeper. A connection. It’s all because ‘I knew’.

Kissing L was a feeling I never wanted to end. We sat outside a different Costa and not caring who may have seen, kissed and kissed. Face to face, legs intertwined. Big grins on our faces. When it feels that right you just don’t give a shit about anything else. You’re elevated. Untouchable. High.

The day was over too soon. Multiple hours seemed like just one. It was hard to let her go.  I watched her intently. Partly driven by my lust for her; she moves in the most incredibly sexy way. Partly because I was tempted to shout “don’t go”. I didn’t. It would not have been fair. She was already too important to want to risk any kind of hurt with a silly comment that I could not fulfill. Still.. I didn’t want her to go. I never did. Each time we parted in the future it was a wrench.

When someone is that special, when you ‘just know’ they are that one, then it’s going to be isn’t it?