The never weres, the almost cames and the always woulds...
I wouldn't hold her hand because I was five.
She left Dublin. When she reappeared I swore I never fancied her by 'doing the starfish'.
She was too sporty.
I said seven awkward words.
I was 'like a brother to her.'
She looked the other way.
We tried. We failed. We never mentioned it again.
I fell over a bike.
The best date I never had.
A knockout, but she didn't knock me out.
I turned the cheek.
She stole from me, kidnapped me, and expected to do it again some time.
Naked photo message two days in.
She was apparently too tall.
"I fuckin' love yeh, 'Radge.' I know I'm a bit locked, but..."
Hot. Hot. Cold. VERY COLD. Warm.
Where the fuck did she disappear off to?
The voices in my head got too loud.
No one liner on this one.