Bound by Superglue: My Bucket List of Love

Bound by Superglue: My Bucket List of Love

Some people talk about soulmates as if it’s a storybook idea, a dream. But my bond with Gary isn’t just a dream — it’s real, raw, and unshakable. It’s like super glue. We argue, we laugh, we cry, we get jealous, we play in the snow, we kiss under fig trees, and we dare each other to go further than we ever thought possible. And yet, through every storm, every tear, every laugh, there is one truth: we are stuck together for eternity. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I know I don’t have forever here on this side. That’s why I’ve started shaping my bucket list — not out of sadness, but out of joy. Because life is meant to be lived boldly. Here’s what’s on it:

Ride in a Chinook helicopter. Every time one thunders over my roof, my heart leaps. It’s Gary’s voice in the roar of the rotors, reminding me of his soldier’s heart.

Go to Florence. To walk the streets, to breathe the air, to see our home and garden with my own eyes. To sit at the restaurant, to taste the food that has Gary’s spirit in every bite.

Parachute jump with Mary. Because why not leap? Why not soar for once before I come home to him for good?

Have fun on the motorbike with Nigel. The Derbyshire hills, the roads, the laughter in my helmet. That’s freedom.

Spend time with Lisa. Not in a pub, because my daft jealous Gary would kick up a fuss from the other side — but in ways that make us both laugh like kids again.

Every day I feel Gary — in the cold that brushes against me, in the songs that play, in the 2p coins that shimmer on the ground. He leaves his mark everywhere. And so, I’ll keep walking this earth with him glued to me, in my head, my heart, and my bones. And when the time comes, the super glue will simply dissolve the veil, and I’ll be where I belong — in his arms, forever.