I'm just this guy, you know?
To expand on that, I am also the following...
- A former ficly member who is 38 years old and is schizoaffective (depressive type)
- Into creating languages and fantasy worlds from scratch
- A listener of audiobooks & good tunes
- Always too hard on myself
All roads lead to Glenwick Lane.
They led there because of her. The only women in Ireland I ever truly loved.
I never thought she loved me though. At least not as truly.
I spent wakeful night with my mind on her, comforted only by the Guinness in my glass.
Had it been so long since I'd seen her? Since our school days?
Kildare felt lonely without her. Somehow it always had even though I had moved here to get away from her because of the pain my Irish heart felt.
I had kept up with her with the occasional email or instant message but it wasn't the same feeling that I had with her being physically in my life and I knew it never would be.
She had given me a shipping address for Christmas and birthday presents, which was something we had always exchanged for as long as I knew her.
Now however, I was well away from Kildare and soundly at the head of Glenwick Lane.
I felt my life had always been leading here.
I walked down the street with a purpose.
I wanted to claim my love.
The only one I had ever had.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
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