Since the first time I saw you 12 years ago, you have been living in my head and heart. Like a spider that I am terrified of but don't have the courage to capture with my own hands and release. So I let it live in my room. And I carry on with life, and at first it's scary, but after some time it becomes ordinary & I just accept that it is here to stay or that one day I may grow enough to pick it up myself and release it.

But I am not there yet.

And when all the other relationship's end with other men, I always seem to cry about you.