I am the heart that you call home. And I've written pages, upon pages, trying to rid you from my bones.
I have recurring dreams of being back at school. Not sixth form, lower school. I had a dream I told you we weren't friends any longer, and you wouldn't believe me. You laughed it off. And I remember when you told me the space just below my ear was your favourite place to kiss me. I remember when you told me that you knew I didn't like it when we kissed and you'd pause right in front of my face, nose to nose and just look at me. Stare me straight in the eyes so close that we both went cross eyed. You said you knew it made me feel uncomfortable, but the secret was there wasn't a better feeling in the world. I never made friends with many girls, which is why I am thankful for the ones I have now because they have no idea how special they are to me. Yet still I finally for the first time in my life understand what you meant when you said to me "Have you ever felt lonely in a crowd