It has been 83 days since you were sent out of this life.
Joe I miss you
with all that I am;
my beloved,
you are and you will always be
the owner of my heart.
🌹♾️💗
https://youtu.be/oKBnG9D7_AA?si=WT1pUJfXL4ER2dDL
I heard this song, Joe,
and I began remembering
those times you would lock us away
inside the apartment downstairs
whenever Mom would go out by Vincent and Helga
a few days visit...
We would spend the night with one another;
nothing in this world ever felt so right
than such moments with you
these when we were, left alone,
together.
You'd sit on the chair in the livingroom
and I would sit beside you
on the floor
you pour me Pink Champale
and the music playing low...
We would be there talking for the
longest time
and then I'd feel your hand
touching the back of my neck
oh so gently, Joe
til it was just the tips
your fingers sliding
down along my spine,
as only you were
ever able to do,
you made me want
... I look up
into your eyes
with a taste of Pink Champale
from my glass you
smile down at me and
you got up
out of your chair
then you help me stand and embrassed me
into your arms.
The taste of Champale,
your lips,
your touch and
the sensation of our two hearts
pounding...
Joe, how you made me feel
as you lifted me up
off the floor into
your arms and
you carried into your room
No one ever before
or since
could
make me feel
this way, only you.
It was a night such as this...
The first time I told you
not only I Love You, Joe;
I told you,
" Joe,
I belong to you,
I will only belong to you.
I still do
Joe.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 3:10 PM UTC
It has been 83 days since you were sent out of this life.
Joe I miss you
with all that I am;
my beloved,
you are and you will always be
the owner of my heart.
🌹♾️💗
https://youtu.be/oKBnG9D7_AA?si=WT1pUJfXL4ER2dDL
I heard this song, Joe,
and I began remembering
those times you would lock us away
inside the apartment downstairs
whenever Mom would go out by Vincent and Helga
a few days visit...
We would spend the night with one another;
nothing in this world ever felt so right
than such moments with you
these when we were, left alone,
together.
You'd sit on the chair in the livingroom
and I would sit beside you
on the floor
you pour me Pink Champale
and the music playing low...
We would be there talking for the
longest time
and then I'd feel your hand
touching the back of my neck
oh so gently, Joe
til it was just the tips
your fingers sliding
down along my spine,
as only you were
ever able to do,
you made me want
... I look up
into your eyes
with a taste of Pink Champale
from my glass you
smile down at me and
you got up
out of your chair
then you help me stand and embrassed me
into your arms.
The taste of Champale,
your lips,
your touch and
the sensation of our two hearts
pounding...
Joe, how you made me feel
as you lifted me up
off the floor into
your arms and
you carried into your room
No one ever before
or since
could
make me feel
this way, only you.
It was a night such as this...
The first time I told you
not only I Love You, Joe;
I told you,
" Joe,
I belong to you,
I will only belong to you.
I still do
Joe.
