Seventeen years of Irish bars on dusky nights and drunken phone calls, well it's not the usual definition of love.
But you looked at me all those years ago and I knew it could never ever be anyone else.
Even when I was breaking into building sites through the summers of my youth, there was only one face I saw when I dreamt at night.
I was always running, you were always walking and we occasionally found some middle ground when I stopped for breath but life never really let us rest for long.
Evenings and weekends with you fell apart when friendships flickered out and any chances got lost in all the flowers at the funeral.
There was the golf in the back room and the talks at the parties but I just didn't think you cared.
Sometimes I tried to reach you but you were forever just that little bit far away.
I could have built a mountain, knocked it down and dragged it across the country with what I felt for you but something made me wonder where the point in that was.
It was pretty clear I was on my own and you knew too well that I loved you.
I never really stopped but it got easier to put you out of mind and pretend to feel for someone else. I was as sure as the stars in the sky that you wouldn't ever need me too.
But now it appears you do and I can't risk the losing you.
But you were never into waiting around and I think this was the final straw because now I try to reach you and you're still that bit far away.
This is just to let you know, I will never give up on us.
