You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go.

"Drink up one more time and I'll make you mine and keep you apart, deep in my heart. Seperate from the rest, where I like you the best. Keep the things you forgot."

I had an amazing idea for a post, I started it the other day. I really got into it aswell. All about how my bedroom reflects me, myself and I. Then I started thinking and decided "Fuck it, I'm love struck."

Love struck. Struck by love? Dance me to the end of love.

It's going to be the complete opposite of a summer romance. "A summer fling, it didn't mean anything". It's in the lead up to summer that our, er, our 'thing' will bloom. Thing, I'm not even sure what this is. I come up to see you, we get nice and loved up for a good few hours then I go home, not to see you for atleast another week.

This week will be my binge. I'll over-indulge in your company to last another week.

I love your nicknames for me. Never before in my life have I enjoyed being called 'babe' but you say it so well. Honeyloop. Strawberry Cupcake. All of the most cringe worthy of pet names... But I'd rather you call me any of them, rather than Heather.

You say the sweetest things to me. Sweetest nothings. "When I think of you I realise, life's worth while.", "Have I ever told you, you're amazing?" and I'd kill to be able to say "I could stay with you forever and never realise the time" but I know I'd instantly feel embarrassed. I just want to remember every single thing you say to me, want to keep in locked away in my brain box and bring it out during the summer months.

I know I'll blame you. I'll not be happy about our seperation. I've delt with loss before but I've never dealt with it well. But in the end, it's my fault. The moment I met you, I set my trap. I'd decided 'I'm going to get this one', because you were the only one that didn't want me.

I don't know what I'll do but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, I might as well enjoy it.