Oh dear God there is no way I could begin to listen. I listened to George Jones: He stopped Loving her today and sent me to the deepest darkest spot for a while. I get the being lonely. Just the day to day banter, phone calls, little conversations,, the whole damn thing, everything. His voice, his touch, his grin, his smile, the whole package. May we somehow find the strength to get through this. Hugs to you, Michele
true, we didn\'t drift apart...at the time, the song kept going through my head...the lyrics weren\'t perfect but they covered most of how i was feeling..
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Oh dear God there is no way I could begin to listen. I listened to George Jones: He stopped Loving her today and sent me to the deepest darkest spot for a while. I get the being lonely. Just the day to day banter, phone calls, little conversations,, the whole damn thing, everything. His voice, his touch, his grin, his smile, the whole package. May we somehow find the strength to get through this. Hugs to you, Michele
Lonely is the \"normal!\" Except, remember, we didn\'t \"drift apart\".....our mates died. It\'s so hard for me to say and write that word!!!
You\'re not alone! There\'s a lot of us who are feeling exactly the same way.....exactly!!!
Roz
true, we didn\'t drift apart...at the time, the song kept going through my head...the lyrics weren\'t perfect but they covered most of how i was feeling..