Monday, 5 November 2007
Once again, I am having trouble writing about Ann.
I want to write about the good times, but all that comes to mind, at the moment, is the End.
I am not ready to write about the End.
I shall; but not yet.
Why can't I remember the times when we were happy?
Fifteen years. Gone.
I feel so terribly lost right now.
Here are some random photographs: -