Always Something there to Remind Me

Always Something there to Remind Me as the song goes.

Meat on his bones. A phrase he recalled from the writings of another. Well she certainly ended up with a man with some meat on his bones. One hell of a lot more than most! Strange, it was the self same woman who went on and on about being fit.

The writer is in the middle of writing his eighth novel, but deviates to this occasional blog for a little light relief.

She may find this hard to believe given his (the writer's) circumstances now, but she is always on his mind, for the one reason she knows of and which dates back to 2003/2004. Love is something that can make the heart race, a great comfort,  give a feeling of warmth, among many other things. She called it chemistry, but that is too much of a scientific term and lacking in romance. 

He still thinks of her nearly every day and what he felt way back then, he still feels to this day. What happened in 2005 is one of life's tragedies and there is no way that it will ever be put right, now. Just a bit too late.

She did make the wrong decision then and she knows it, of course. Many chances to put it right were offered but sadly she lacked the courage to take that step. It was a sad thing, particularly for the writer. He still feels it to this day. Up to a point they were two of the happiest years of his life.

She knows who she is but it is doubtful she would ever take the steps to reverse the situation she created. It is probably a case of being too afraid to do so...but there is in fact no need to feel that way.

In the meantime the writer is very happy where he is...as she might well imagine. It's just that...........