You were the boy walking past with your Collie I hoped I would see you (in your purple and black jacket) and usually did. In our twenties we dated such close happy moments my folks ultimatum they would not accept you it all had to end. Life took other pathways but dreams took me to your house sitting waiting there for you your mum was nice to me but you didn't come. We did stay friends I always thought we'd end up together I'd visit you for a holiday but you made no move. One night on the phone you critisised me for moaning about work something snapped in me I ended the call. That night on the phone you fell from your pedestall my awe for you died my life had been wasted in hopes for you. I could get in touch but what is the point now I'm not in your plans so won't let you judge me yet still sometimes I dream......