And she asked me "do you still miss them?"
I felt a bolt of lightning shoot through me and my whole body went tense. With a lump in my throat and teary eyes I looked her up and down thinking up the best response I could but my mind was only full of dust bunnies and thought of vodka.
So instead I let my heart speak in place of my frozen mind.
"Sometimes I stay up to the ungodly hours of the morning, curled up on my bedroom floor sobbing my eyes out, sometimes I sit in a velvety black room with only my thoughts to keep me company, sometimes all I can ever think about is the good times we shared and everything that happened. But oh sweetheart I don't miss the girl, I miss the memories."
