Do you remember that night after the Hawthorn Hotel when I asked you to dance with me across my hotel room to ‘Jenny Don’t be Hasty’ by Paolo Nutini? And you swung me around with our bare bodies skidding across each other with each step we took? You looked so incredibly handsome. I had never been more in love with you than I was in that moment.
Do you remember after we had dinner with your parents at the Supper Club we just sat in the car for what seemed like so long in complete silence? And you said “the only reason I haven’t been with anyone since you is because no one compares to you.” And when we were lying in bed when you told me how much you loved me?
Do you remember when I started crying when you told me you were still in love with me? Because I knew I had to leave you the next morning and you told me you were sorry and you clutched me so tight. You clutched me oh so tight.
Oh, only I can remember how hard I cried on that plane, leaving you. Only I can remember the way you looked in the early hours of the morning when the sunlight hit your face.
I remember when I was the only one that thought we would end up together. With a red string tied across our little fingers - only to come to the realization that I was the only one revelling in that fantasy.
And now you’re gone.