i will never forget the way you used to make me feel. when you would whisper sweet things and make me smile. i was working back then four days a week and doing a million and one assignments all the time. when we would talk during the wee hours of the morning i always felt like i didn't need anything else in the world. you became somewhat of a refuge. i miss sharing stories with you. sharing secrets. sharing songs. i guess it was only natural that in the last couple of months i've come to realise how much i actually cared about you. its worse now because it's like a scar that i should have tended to all those years ago. its worse still because you were there for me when i needed you at the end of last year and you really shouldn't have been. i stop myself every day from contacting you because i know its not fair.
you are perfect and i figured it out too late.
