Underneath my lashes I watched him, and I thought,Come back. Be the you I love and remember

I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on

I suppose you cannot hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

Peter’s gone away on his training weekend. It’s only been one day and I’m already longing for him the way I long for Christmas in July. Peter is my cocoa in a cup, my red mittens, my Christmas morning feeling.