(ONCE I HAD A) SECRET LOVE by ENGLEBERT HUMPERDINK. Story and artwork by Chris Rees.
At some point the peg began to sing, and the song it sang was (Once I Had A) Secret Love.
At some point the peg began to sing, and the song it sang was (Once I Had A) Secret Love.
Listening to most music has been so much harder for me since the stroke and I had not been keen on revisiting older recordings and demos of ideas stashed away on various hard drives.
My name sounds different when she says it, and often, I ignore her the first time so I can hear her call it again.
Moira smiles shyly, hypnotising me from across the table with her catlike green eyes.
It was strange: I listened to it, and the unspoken words hanging between us were suddenly said ā not by him, or me, but by this angelic voice from afar. It was an admission, an apology. No, it was a plea. No, maybe it was just a song.
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It was, yes, a Jim fanatic who led me to visit the grave. We had parted ways in volatile fashion before my trip. Heād expressed a lifelong desire to visit Jimās grave. I wasnāt sure whether a casual photo of it would be a peace offering, or a taunt. I was, truth be told, quite fine either way.
Believing herself unloved and unlovable had splintered her heart. Her desperate lifeās search was to find someone to piece it back together.
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