THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
My body hurt, actually physically hurt- ached- for you today. Sitting on the train, I sat closer, I could smell you, I didn't hear anything you said, see anything else-
You, I think, are oblivious- Although while I was staying at your parents' house in your hometown with you, we sit in a cafe with a friend of yours- Not one of the good ones, both of you speak in a secret language of terrible activities, dark secret lives- and he says, 'It's all knowing glances- Stop always looking into each others' eyes-'
I miss you, you are the best part of all of this