It's hard to believe it's been three years since you left. I still think about you all the time. I think about you when I need fairy lights or a trowel. I think about you when I crave Pick 'n' Mix. I even think about you when my biro runs out. You gave me so much of what I needed and I don't know where to turn now. Standing so steadfast and proud, on the corner by Riva Bingo, I often came to you without knowing why I was even there.
Where, now, can I pick up a bucket and JLS's latest single? You were always so great at multi tasking. Party poppers and plants. Combs and cat beds. Noone does it like you did.
We didn't part on good terms, did we. 'You don't know what you've got 'til it's gone' the famous saying goes, and that's certainly true in our case. I barely raised an eyebrow when the news came through but as time passed I started to realise what I'd lost. Holidays are the hardest. Christmas, Easter, Fireworks Night. You never let me down.
Apparently you've got a website now. I can't bring myself to look, I think it'd be too painful to see your logo. Too many memories.
I'm trying to move on, but it's taking some time. If you ever came back, I'm sure we would pick up exactly where we left off. I know some other people who'd be interested too.
Think about it.
