I miss making pasta in your kitchen. It felt like you really truly wanted to be with me. I didn’t really love you enough I just wanted to look after you. I know I was your first and it hurt what I did afterwards. I was the first girl to meet your mum. I don’t know if you really knew what love meant

it's been a year

you don’t know how many times i cried knowing i was just the other woman to you

i think about you sometimes, and a part of me looks back at us fondly. i hope you are doing well.