The nights are sleepless, my mind won’t let me rest. Inside it are thoughts running endlessly, directionless but all with one thing in common: you. I am possessed with the possibility of you, but you’re too far from me for it to even be a likely possibility. The sound of your voice runs claws along the inside of my brain as I try to work out in which direction I should run – towards you, or away. I walk past our favourite restaurant, where we had our first date, and my heart drops to my feet, far too heavy to pick up and put back. I can almost see our invisible footsteps, from when we left the restaurant, and you kissed me on my forehead. I can still feel your lips on my skin, but do you still remember the taste it left? Do you remember the love we shared? Such a quick, intense rush of emotions, lustful desires and our first sip of honest, innocent true love? Do you still remember and hold on to the compliments I showered you in, and the hugs I blanketed you with? Did it mean anything?