I used to like Tuesdays, because of the way it's spelt. I no longer like Tuesdays, despite being the prettiest day. It was sunny today, an odd kind of sunny, and so shiveringly cold the whole day. I realised how much I need you, this morning and this evening, sitting on the bench with everything alive buzzing past, too bright, too noisy and seeing our breath, huddled up. I don't want you to be sad, and I don't want you to feel like this, but there isn't anything I can do, although there isn't anything I wouldn't, okay?

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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