It has been three years since I held your hand, three years since I told you I loved you, and three years since I kissed your forehead and said 'see you soon'. Come sit with me.
For the last three years you have felt close to me, and that has not faded. After moving to a new neighbourhood, this bench became 'our bench'. A place where we could be together, me in my dimension and you in yours and perhaps gaze upon a common view; the magic of a shared sunset. A place where I wouldn't be surprised to turn and see you there, or feel your hand in mine. Love you sweetie!




































