Background
40 years ago I lost what I thought was the love of my life. Well I was 17, and I screwed it up. I fled town as I couldn't bear to see him every weekend with a different girl. I moved to the other end of the country and that was that. No internet, no mobile phones, not even a landline in fairness. I through myself into the Goth scene and found The Cure. Disintegration had just come out and it seemed like the sound track of my life. I listened to it non stop for three years and never got to the stage I wouldn't be a blubbering wreck.
Today I have the house to myself and decided to listen to the new album, and the Radio 2 gig they did on Thursday. And I'm right back there, sobbing my heart out and wondering where he is now, what if I wasn't so pushy, if I had been kinder, what if.
Jeez Louise give me a talking to, but surely I should be over this.