I’m thinking back on the past.

“You used to call me your angel, said I was sent straight down from heaven, you’d hold me close in your arms, i love the way you felt so strong. I never wanted you to leave, I wish we could’ve stayed as we were. I miss you, I miss your smile. And I still shed a tear, every once in a while. Even though it’s different now, you’re still here somehow (8)”

It’s been a year now and last night i watched a film “my best friend’s wedding”.. it’s my life in a film. I’ve never thought i could see my life through a film but that one had almost all the right names in it too. I hate the 12th August. It reminds me of what i had and what i lost. I now have to talk about you in the past tense, i’ve found your birthday cards and the pictures of us. You were my otherhalf this time last year. What happened i’ll never know.

Why can’t i push past this and get through the tunnel to the otherside. Ohh where’s the lad who makes me smile? I need him right now tbh.

Please.