It’s 5.41am on a Wednesday morning and I couldn’t sleep so I got up to do some work.
I was just thinking about the french man that I let slip through my fingers. I have been thinking alot about him lately. Well more than lately, for a long while. And I think I may know the reason why.
I think he was a lesson for me. I don’t think I was really meant to be with him. I can’t imagine living in France, starting all over again not speaking the language no money etc.
I think the lesson I had to learn here was not to let a good thing go. I still have to do my due diligence on a guy, but if he ticks the boxes, don’t be put off by circumstances – go for it.
I have learnt so much and I am learning every day. I really could do with moving. I have so many memories here. In this area where I live. It’s getting to the points where I can walk around and get flash backs to some event in the past. I really need to move somewhere fresh.
