It's her touch I thought of all night. Her heart I managed to break a little bit more this time. All the stupid things I said, all the daft things I shouldn't have done. I miss her. It was just a month, and I'm crazy of course, but I felt wanted, I felt needed and I felt as though I'd actually mattered. Every way in which she'd glance at me, the way in which she'd cling herself to me everywhere we went. And it's gone. I just wish I knew why it hurt the way it does. I'd give anything to go back...
