Can I have a house along memory lane?

27.03.19

Trips down memory lane. I walk alone the familiar streets where me and Olive once used to reside, for a short time. It was probably around this time of year too, with Easter Eggs in the windows and the evenings getting longer as the light stays in the sky. I walk past the red door, oh, what a time that was. I reflect with fondness, they were good times. It’s easy to think this when everything else in my life feels as though it’s in complete disarray. He helped save me from a terrible living situation, just as Mike is saving me from mine now. They both have more in common, their personalities are also so very similar - I have recognised this at multiple points along the way. Both doted on me, wanted to give me everything I wanted, and yet... something didn’t feel right. I also found myself apologising for things I hadn’t done wrong. I missed laughter and sharing the same sense of humour. I knew that he was too good for me.



The same is true now, as it was then.



I’ve just got to try and get through this next stressful period, then decide what to do.



The move starts tomorrow...