The Friday when you kissed the inside of my knee and said you’d always love me.
The Friday when we managed to fit in a dvd as well as a take-away.
The Friday when you left your favourite tie behind on the ottoman and somehow also a single sock. I’d laughed when I found it the following morning. Washed it carefully and left it folded on the dresser. Sent you a text featuring a sock emoji. And you replied with just a broken heart.
You didn’t even know I’m allergic to roses.