I miss you sugar

Sometimes I find myself sitting back and reminiscing. Especially when I have to watch other people kissing. And I remember when you started calling me your Mrs. All the play fighting. All the flirtatious disses. I’d tell you sad stories about my bestfriends. I dunno why I trusted you but I knew that I could. Dreams, dreams of when we had just started things. Dreams of you and me.

It seems that I can’t shake those memories. I wonder if you have the same dreams too. The littlest things that take me there. I know it sounds lame but it’s so true. I know it’s not right but it seems unfair. That thing’s are reminding me of you. Sometimes I wish we could just pretend. Even if only for one weekend.

So come on. Tell meIs this the end? Drinkin’ tea in bed, watchin’ DVD’s when I discovered all your dirty, grotty magazines. You’d take me out shopping. And all we’d buy is trainers. As if we ever needed anything to entertain us.

The first time that you introduced me to your friends. And you could that tell I was nervous, so you held my hand. When I was feeling down, you’d make that face you do. There’s no-one in the world who could replace you, b.