Tuesday, 19 July 2016

You loved olives, I hated them.


It's the way your eyes looked so blue they almost looked brown. It's the way you read the recipe over five times to try and make it perfect. It's the way you used matches instead of a lighter. It's the way you finished my drinks. It's the way you always had holes in your jeans. Its the way you said I'd have to put up with your laziness. It's the way you hated football. It's the way you pronounced Benedict Cumberbatch's name wrong. It's the way you smoked out of your window. It's the way you looked me in the eyes and said cheers with every drink. It's the way you joked about my lisp. It's the way you spilt coffee on your white t-shirt. It's the way you attached your bike to the rails outside. It's the way that your laugh sounded. It's the way you didn't pair your socks in their draw. It's the way your heart beat on the wrong side. It's the way you couldn't spell. It's the way you tried to talk your way into places even though they were closing. It's the way you took your own bags to the supermarket. It's the way you always arrived before me. It's the way you slept diagonally. It's the way you liked red wine and I liked white. It's the way you always had something in your hair. It's the way you could never tell if I was joking or not. It's the way your tattoos looked. It's the way you looked so happy with yourself when you finally found the pine nuts. It's the way you cycled without a helmet. It's the way you sung out of tune. It's the way you looked like Cillian Murphy. It's the way your Manchester accent sounded. It's the way you ate cheesecake wrong. It's the way you got angry at the crow outside the window. It's the way you took too long to get ready. It's the way you scanned things on the self service checkout so slowly. It's the way you hadn't heard of any of the bands I liked. It's the way you couldn't open the coffee. It's the way you had grey hairs. It's the way you stood in the shower the wrong way round. It's the way you always made me late. It's the way you wouldn't let me pay for anything. It's the way you tried to get me to sing for you. It's the way you made me drink rum. It's the way you loved creme brulee. It's the way you tried to do accents. It's the way you offered to let me use your toothbrush. It's the way you always woke me up too early. It's the way you put your jacket around me when I was cold. It's the way your eyes creased when you smiled. It's the way you loved olives and I hated them.





It's the way that you were you and I was me. It's the way that...
I miss you. 









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