Mates, sitting around getting drunk. Mates of mates, they come and go, sitting around drinking wine and getting drunk. I can't remember the moment. I certainly can't remember why. There were photos on the beach, you me, and my girlfriend at that time. You had amazing hair, incredible eyes. "I would love to kiss you", unbelievably crass at the end of a corking Saturday. Mates, sitting around getting drunk. You heard, but didn't. The choice was absolutely yours. I still did text just to make sure, you made sure, "I heard, but no". For three or four mornings after I was Sean Lock embarrassed, nnngghhgg Nope, you're beautiful, I'm not ashamed of seeing that. I am a tad ugh about how I approached it. So, the end. That is that then, oh well then, just another fleeting moment of madness in the life I live. No. Each day there's love in my mind and I hear you (in my maddening mind) smile at me. Your eyes are always shining, your curves entice, your ha