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.
Need opinions on a cause of my anxiety - my girlfriend
Feels like someone passed away
The best way to help a friend?
Depression is compounded by job worries and missing my ex-wife
THE POEM....MY SOULMATE NEVER HEARD 
