Day 174, March 6th, 2011

And today's your birthday, guess you're turning some 65 or so, not sure, what I am sure of is the crash I had on you so many years ago, it was the age of the Beatles, ahhhhhhh those years !!, our only vice, smoking cigarrettes and falling in love on a daily basis...........I must have been 16 or some, no idea, maybe even 15 and in love with love and boys and stuff, we were on one of those party, dancing parties, of course, dancing to the Beatles, jumping and me so unhappy, sort of my natural being, dreaming about you, though deep down I knew you were not worthwhile, but who cares at that age, at date age you cared to be loved and kisses like a prince to a princess, you asked if I wanted a puff of your cigarrette and I beleived it, as I alwyas do everything but instead of a puff there has been a kiss, it has been so romantic, alcoholic like, a dream, my legs could hardly keep me dancing and for a second half a minute maybe I was dancing in the sky over the clouds of hapiness and joy and for a moment I thought a prince had come along to take me out of my misery, my daily misery...........the prince who liked me, Me !!, but the dream didn't last long, a day or two and then just a long wait for a call that never came...................