He had been adored, once.

Once was a long time ago.

A time where he was not stupid.

A time where he had not made the same silly mistakes.

Once was far away, where people danced round the maypole,

There, there she was,

With a toss of the head, a sparkle in the eyes,

A cry (so distant) of childish surprise.

Warm hands, hugging his waist,

A kiss on the cheek (the first of many),

Her name was Francesca,

(and her eyes sparkled)

And he had only realised later,

That he had fallen in love with her long before he acted,

And long before that first kiss,

And long, long before her hair began to fall from her beautiful head,

And a million moments before she had ran her fingers over his face,

And they had lain together until Andrew thought it was two dead bodies in the bed,

Not just one,

Her last words being his name.

Yes, Andrew had been adored once.

Once.