Tuesday, 23 February 2016

1313

I remember dates. If I had a super power that's what it would be. Granted, that wouldn't be a super duper super power. But it's mine and I like it. 
So on the 23 February, every year, I remember it's a special day. 
Lost Boys, bunking Youth Club, ten pm, a train journey, a shared connection....my 1313 special girl. My Nhandi Crystal. Gosh I do miss her. Today I miss getting a text or whatsapp or email marking the day. Other days, I miss everything else. 

1313. Always loved, never forgotten. 

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