A series of bogs published in 2011 which chart my time with my first love (parts 1 to 6) following onto Part 7, where I concentrate on his published memoirs and the fallacy that is the gypsy boy and his story of life on the run.
He made it my business when he took elements of my life as his own. When he wrote about me and my relationship with him in his book, did he expect that I would stay silent? Perhaps my voice is a scream in a hurricane, ineffectual and lost but as long as I know the truth is sitting here, I am appeased. I have followed truth above all else all of my life and it leads to contentment of the soul.
– David V Barron
“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” –Arthur Schopenhauer.
“All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.” -Arthur Schopenhauer Time had passed and our relationship was so dead and buried that it wasn’t even pushing up daisies; it was ancient, arid history. I had forgotten
“If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.” -Anonymous The move to Manchester went ahead without me, both the Gypsy and Harry had left and my plans to sabotage their union failed. He took me back, on and off each day at
“Desperation is a necessary ingredient to learning anything, or creating anything. Period. If you ain’t desperate at some point, you ain’t interesting.” Jim Carrey There had been few tender moments before, now there were less than seldom, there were none at all. Like an ice storm had blown over us.
ABOVE: The Gypsy, in his temporary accommodation and about to move back in with me, can you feel the love in those eyes. “A vigorous temper is not altogether an evil. Men who are easy as an old shoe are generally of little worth”. – Charles Spurgeon Eventually, finally the renovation was
“When the ivy has found its tower, when the delicate creeper has found its strong wall, we know how the parasite plants grow and prosper.” Anthony Trollope Things calmed down at the site. The fire had been vanquished. My sister had held my hand, as I dealt with the rage
A few weeks pass. We have become an inseparable and dynamic couple. We spent long days in bed just eating toast, drinking tea and cuddling. The world outside could wait. We bonded with what felt like a magnetic force, as though we were two sympathetic elements, which had sought one
They say that our first love will always be with us. Time heals of course but it lingers there, as a reminder of the first time that we felt the force of real, grown up emotions. It is like a canvas that we projected all of our hopes and desires
