sweetheart

remember when you used to put your arm through mine during those events?

i really am that ex that cant move on

i haven’t heard from you. no letters not anything. and theo hasn’t heard from you either

ready.

i know everyone is doing their own thing. but you’re my thing.

not one day has gone by without me thinking about you

i’ll walk past a florist and wonder which bouquet you’d point at first

i’ll hear someone laugh across a ballroom and turn around because, for a second, i think it’s you

sometimes i’ll catch someone wearing your perfume. it never helps

i still remember the colour you wore to graduation. the books you’d always pretend you weren’t reading. the way you’d steal drinks from mine because yours somehow never tasted as good

your face. the last time we spent a night together

i’ve spent a year trying to convince myself that was the end of us. i don’t think i ever believed it

have you been with anyone?

don’t shut me down. please.

you’re not married yet… are you?