"Go get the girl Liam, we're both using each other to get over our exes and it's bad to go back into a toxic relationship, but I guess that's our yellow paint. Yellow is a colour of happiness, but yellow paint is poisonous and I guess our ex's are...
I've forgotten how your lips taste, I've forgotten your smile How you laugh at the jokes that people remained silent for. I've forgotten your eagerness to see me. I've forgotten you. It's like memory loss, it's a blur. But I haven't forgotten the love I still have for you. But after days and months of silence, I begin to question my worth. Was I a rose or just a daffodil?
-All love, from the man you used to love.
My lips quivered as I sealed the letter. I looked across the room only to see a thousand scrunched up pieces of paper. Words I cannot say.
I took another cigarette, then another until my hands threw yet another sealed letter into the dustbin, until I wouldn't care.
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Isaac Lahey's PoV -
"Should I miss him mum?"
She let out a sigh and lit her third cigarette and stared at me emotionlessly.
"What do I say your father always was?" She said pursing her lips onto the spliff.
"A bastard who belongs 6 foot deep."
"And what happened to him?"
"He...he was put 6 foot deep"
"And after the funeral what changed about me?"
"You sleep around, you smoke, you drink, you don't care anymore?"
She puffed out the cigarette and watched the smoke dance seductively in the air, as her face went a shade of ruby red.
"When you miss someone, you do the things you promised to them you wouldn't do. They help you forget about them. But when the drugs wear off, and the men leave with £20 on the table, it comes back. That tear in your eye. Because you can only be better with that person. And you have that hope that one day, they'll just knock on your door with a daffodil in their hand and a box of that silly romantic comedy. But it never happens, and it's just silence. Utter silence. That's what happens when you miss someone. And you might not give a damn now, but you will tomorrow when someone mentions their name"
