Live in Manchester

Who knew after three years of purposely not contacting someone all you'd ever want was to send a simple text to make sure they're happy without you. I surely didn't. I have spent past three years crying and drinking away the numbness he caused. I was his band mate for five years, his boyfriend for two, and he just... left. Just like that. One day he was just gone. Cue the shots, imaginary bartender of mine.

I pull off my shirt and cover myself up with the down comforter I bought four years ago when he first moved in. Sometimes I can still feel the dip his body made in the bed, see the bouncy curls bike out from the top of the blanket, and smell the distinct cologne of the man I love. I close my eyes in attempt to soak in the memories of what once was before being jolted back to my reality.