The Long Game

We were both twenty three when we first met.  When I was ready and willing you were otherwise engaged.  Then, when you were up and running, I was a little tied up.  Another five years on and we both inadvertently passed a shared window without even looking in.  And so it continues.  All I’m saying is – next time round, why don’t we meet up aged six and coordinate our future diaries a little better?  Although….perhaps we remain this close because we keep missing each other.  And also, as my grandmother used to say whenever we discussed matters of the heart, it’s never over until it’s over…..


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