I think I will always be in love with him.
It's the kind of love where, I wish it was me that got to watch him smoke cigarettes in the cold.
Or hold his hand while we walked in the rain.
But I'm okay if it's not. I'm okay seeing re-plays of you in my mind.
I'm okay reliving the memory of you singing Arctic Monkeys, with that look on your face.
That look.
That look that made me forget everything.
That made me feel like I was sinking.
That look that made me realise I'd love you forever and that I was screwed.
Just as long as he is loved fearlessly, I am okay loving him from afar.
I miss you, I wish I could tell you. Be happy, because you are incredible.