I remember that time you told me
‘love is touching souls’.
surely you’ve touched mine
part of you pours out of me
in these lines
from time to time
Looking at this blog, you’d think Timothy was a supporting player. I don’t talk about him directly, much. He wouldn’t like it. But today is our anniversary, and as I look around our brilliant, beautiful, messy life to find him at the immovable centre of it all, I wonder how on earth I was lucky enough to land just exactly where I should be. Love is touching souls, and surely, oh, surely he’s touched mine. It comes out in everything I do.
Happy anniversary, Mr Jeffcoat.
I told the story of how we ended up together last year, here. I am even more covered in banana now than I was when I wrote it.