You know, sometimes it really hurts that I'll never be 17 again walking back from the bus along the quayside with the winter dusk and cold sea breeze, listening to boywithuke for the first time.
That I'll never ride the bus back from college to my little town and sit with my legs over the stone wall watching the pair of swans floating by the boats, waiting for my dad to come pick me up.
Anyone under 20, and over to be honest, please cherish those peaceful little moments. I wish I had, it's something I'm trying to do more.