The Mixtapes

"Sophie I miss you. I miss the way you looked at me, the way I could wrap my arms round you and feel content. You understand me more than anyone I've ever met and I can't let you go. I know I said I would but I can't."

As my eyes read over the words I could feel my heart break for Chris for a second time. The pain I felt already not equating to what he must have felt. Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here sounding out through my headphones as the tape played in the cassette player.

'How I wish you were here, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year.'

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After finding old tapes in her uncle's basement Joanna embarks on learning the story behind them and the reality of first loves.