we could have yelled our love as cheers circling the stadium. Ribboned new relationship. Our energies following each player to the Kop end. and we could have binged highlights of what-a-great-chance that comes before that-is-a-fantastic-goal while curled up in Hotel Anfield. But it’s a love ago. I belong to a new house now. Isolated on a large, hilly expanse of greenery, where every grass is a strand of desire. Still, thoughts of you continuously lodge, gegenpress, creep up t