A few days ago, Chelsea triumphed 1-0 against Manchester United.
I remember the FA Cup, final of 10 years ago. It was my sisters confirmation, I spent the day, in the Wilds of the West of Scotland
Digging, it was an Archaeology field trip.
I then came home, and watched Romeo and Juliet. (Baz Luhrman Version)
In a taste of things, to come. I believe I held a torch, for a Northumbrian Witch. (A wiccan , not a slur) I remember, being distraught, I forget when I stopped feeling distraught
You never remember the day it stopped hurting.
Why is that ?
