I'm sitting on the couch that you drew on with the instant coffee that you brewed for me in the mug with your name in the heart. This is not a specific memory. Its more a feeling like those times that you let yourself in and crawled into my bed late at night. Its all the days we spent cuddlings after fights when we would both admit that we were wrong. And when you left it was like those bar fights came back. Reading the letter id been expelled. It was like your friends whispering behind my back. Or reading that text that you meant to send to your ex boyfriend.