It has been years since I have been in love with Blue Eyes, I forget if it was thirteen or seventeen years that I worked out was how long I fell in love for, but it was one of the two.
Isn’t it strange though that for over twenty years I’ve been writing in this blog and he’s still being mentioned. I thought a great deal about him a couple of years ago when I was with The Fae Ref, there was an instinctive interaction that I had with Blue Eyes that was very similar as with the Fae ref. Though the conversation and such was very different as you can imagine meeting a boy at eleven and a man at thirty eight is going to be. The instinctive knowing of each other though – very similar underlying both relationships.
In anycase, last night running out of spoons on the way home I got a voice note on WhatsApp. The annual wishing me a happy birthday. A small update as to his Christmas and I suddenly felt better than I have for months. A reminder of a connection, a tether of sorts and I’m determined and confident and happy.
I need to get better at sending him my best for his birthday, I think of it every year and just don’t. Yet the sound of his voice and I’m immediately cheered.