Youngblood.

Better Man.

"Then you come and change it all."

It's freezing outside.
I saw you in the café we used to go every Friday.
I don't know if you saw me.
You deleted your post from Valentine's Day.
Once again my phone buzzes. It's a text.
You think we need to talk and you keep saying you're sorry.
I agreed just because I miss you voice.
I was expecting a phone call not a house visit.
I hear someone knocking on my door. My jaw drops and I curse under my breath.
As I open the door and see your face the only thing I can think about is hugging you and never letting you go again. But I don't even look at your eyes.
You sit in my sofa and I sit beside you.
We talk for hours, I feel relieved with just hearing your voice or your laugh.

We talk about our feelings. We didn't do that when we were together. Maybe that's way it ended.
We talk about you. I tell you I miss you.
We talk about me. You tell me you miss me.