Years later - I hate that you love her more than you ever did me. That you will dance with her, go to Jackson concerts with and, and embrace life in a way which I always did but which you never did whilst by my side.

Years later - I hate that on nights like tonight, for no reason whatsoever, you appear in my mind. Yet I cannot see you. Can’t even be sure that you are alright. She ended that.

Years later - Even later than now. I will think of you as my perfect something. I will curse the day I threw you away. The day I thought it didn’t matter. The day I thought you would always be there.

Years later - When I am lonely, old and lonely. I will still think of you. Nobody will ever race my heart the way that even just your name does now. And forever.

I will be old and lonely. Alone and old. And will think of you, years later.