A Different Type of Trigger…

21st March 2025

Hello my most beautiful and precious starshine,

I really hope you’re okay my lovely. I imagine you must be very happy it’s the weekend. 

Trigger’s infamous broom was on one of the front pages this morning. I automatically thought of you, and it did make me beam {} xx In their opinion, it’s the same broom after all the changes.

I think you told me about the broom in relation to One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand. Yes, there are so many different aspects of us, and we go through so many changes. We are and we become different people, yet we are still the same person. I feel there can easily be one hundred thousand of us in our lifetime. 

I wanted to write two days ago, but wasn’t well enough. I’m still not, but my system is finally calming down. I heard Louie Louie by The Kingsmen on Wednesday, and remembered you sending it to me. I felt some joy for the very first time since November. I also felt the warm love in my heart when I thought of you, again it’s the very first time since… It’ll always be there {} xxx

Louie Louie was followed by Ben E. King’s Spanish Harlem, which you also sent me. I remember going to sleep with it for a while. I love both of the songs. I still don’t have the courage to hear you play and sing though. Little by little.

Some more good news, my plants on the window sill are coming back to life. They just needed a little cutting, deadheading and watering, along with some bright sunshine. They are very resilient and only need a little bit of love and care…

Curl up and enjoy the most beautiful, relaxing and restful evening my lovely, and thoroughly enjoy TOTP for me too {} xxx

I’m sending you tons and tons of love, with the biggest and tightest of magical healing bear hugs bursting with kisses {} xxxx

10.55pm

The song that’s helping me go to sleep for a couple months now, is Bryan Ferry’s Make You Feel My Love. I’m listening to it right now. Nnight, sleep tight and dream sweet dreams for me. I love you {} xxx

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