Light-footed and happy, she was with me until we decided, perhaps inadvertently, that I was no good for her anymore. She was better than me. I trust that the years left her with an identical conclusion. I wish I could have been a better man, but I was still an errant, foolish boy. When I learned yesterday that she had died, I realized that I still have a love for her. It's an old, burnished love. I don't quite know what to do with it.
This music-video reminds me of Cheryl. <
