I know you too well & it doesn't make a bit of difference that I know you as well as I do. Even that isn't enough, I haven't got anything left.

To hold onto, to cling onto as something, a reminder, something tangible, evidence - because I feel I need it. Otherwise it'll be as if it never happened. Because it seems too good to be true, like something I didn't deserve, like something I'll never see again. Just, perhaps, maybe to know that I'll always mean something. It's selfish isn't it? But I just want to have meant something, to have made a difference.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: