Living Life is Fun and We have Just Begun

A far different evening from this time last year.

Saying goodbye a second time, isn't so hard as the first.

I still have butterflies in my stomach, and I ask Boy over, and over, and over: "are you okay", "do you need anything".

I finished tonight with "Is there anything of mum's you would like to take with you, apart from my heart?"

He looked at me and roared laughing, and I turned as I heard Tooli say, "Did you just offer him a fart?