friday night

You hope you've done the right thing, that it was the right decision.

Then you miss the times you had and the way you felt when you were in them.

Things weren't good, they became mundane and taken for granted,

but then maybe that's what you liked at the time.

The safety of knowing, or simply being part of something.

Much easier then being part of nothing, and simply being on your own.

My own company doesn't bother me, the trouble is I love sharing life with others.

I love sharing a laugh, or a cup of coffee.

I love seeing something exciting and chatting about it for hours, or merely minutes.

I love watching a show and shedding a tear, then someone looking at me afterwards saying I am a giant sook.

I love cooking something amazing and getting compliments, or something terrible and throwing it in the sink whilst paying each other out.

I miss driving in the car to a destination unknown, or a regular spot where we always meet.

This crave for conversation will be the death of me!

I laugh now, on a Friday night with my glass of wine and candles lit,

using the time on my own to write a play that may just be worth seeing one day.

But the reality is, this song that is playing has made me feel this way.

This nostalgic remembrance of a life I once knew, compared to the life I have now.

Godda love music, godda love wine.... maybe a bit more with someone I love?

Maybe just now, until the next song comes on and it's slightly more uplifting :)

Ahhh ... I love my scattered thoughts!