this is really written,for you to read in bed tonight,were do I start,its so upsetting for me.but it trou and I want you to her it.many many,years ago a met a wonderfull girl called,sandra.if think then she was my first true love.she was so caring, I allways came
first with Sandra, she lived in a posh outspost of Manchester called sale.i in a slumy
outsckirt.every saterday we would meet in Manchester Piccadilly infact she bused
in from sale,we would go on to the ritze dance hall,and later star of india for a curry
one saterday night I arrived in picadilly to waite for Sandra.time passed and no sani
no mobiles them days,so went serchind for phone box.i phoned her house,neubour
ancered has sandi set off yet I asked,theirs been a terrible accident sani knocked
down by a bus and killed.we were planning to get married in the summer aswell
mermaid.i never got over that mermaid I asked to work nights to be alone whiched
I did for many years,i still remember her birthday every year,so that's it mermaid what if.so sad peek.
Echos from the past
Opening up to People 
my mom died 
My story
Off my chest 
