Who knows how things will end up, and I know either way it is done, and I'll remember that evening when dusk turned to night, and the church bells rang and it was over.
Monday, May 3, 2010
So the papers were signed, and a jug of Pimms bought, and while it was sad, it was nice we were still so normal too. Or maybe thats why it is so sad? That with all of this, somewhere under the surface is that same boy and girl.