We met here under the clock. London Waterloo, 12:30 Sat 4th September 2010. 502 days ago.
Actually we met unofficially 508 days ago at approx. 15:00. Funny that I remember that but not many other things. It was an important moment for me.
I took this picture of the clock today and wondered if you remembered that first moment. I hope so.
No, you can’t sing. Stick with the day job!
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The broken clock is a comfort
It helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow
From stealing all my time
I am here still waiting
Though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best
Like you’ve already figured out
I’m falling apart
I’m barely breathing
With a broken heart
That’s still beating
In the pain
There is healing
In your name
I find meaning
So I’m holding on
Holding on
Holding on
I’m barely holding on to you
The broken locks were a warning
You got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded
I’m an open book instead
I still see your reflection
Inside my eyes
That are looking for purpose
They’re still looking for life
I’m hanging on
Another day
Just to see what you will
Throw my way
And I’m hanging on
To the words you say
You said that I will
Be okay
The broken lights on the freeway
left me here alone
I may have lost my way now
Haven’t forgotten my way home
Broken by Lifehouse
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. ~Edna St Vincent Millay
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