There was, of course, more to Sefton Park than that building. A circular building with glass windows making up the outside structure. He had seen it only in pictures before now, the large pavilion-type structure taking up most of results when he searched for it on Google. The area was new to him and full of hidden surprises, nooks and crannies to discover. It had taken him a couple of days to find the best route to walk around the park. Every mistake, every misstep, it had all been worth it. Head over heels, flat on his back in love.
When his daughter had been placed in his arms, he had fallen in love instantly. A little face looking up at you, completely at your mercy and dependence. Have a child and feel that bolt of lightning when you hold them for the first time. That it takes time to feel all the emotions that make up the L word. People will tell you that love at first sight doesn’t exist. Tim Johnson was beginning to accept that there was nothing else about his daughter he would ever remember. There, every time he closed his eyes, mocking him. One last moment, trapped in an interminable loop, playing over and over in his mind. Thank you for the inspiration and for everything else over the years ONE YEAR AGO Tuesday 1 September
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