I remember the way that you held my hand while I drove, your hands were always so warm and comforting.
And I remember how you made me a CD because the stereo in my car wouldn't play anything else.
I still think of you every time Alt J comes on shuffle.
But then I remember how angry you'd get at me for being sad, how you said you didn't like the person i'd become when i'd never changed.
I remember late night talks in our cliche blanket forts, fairy lights floating along the windows.
And I remember all the late night walks through the park because you and I both found comfort in the dark.
But I also remember trying to reach out to explain myself, telling you what was my biggest secret, and the silence you gave me in return that lasted weeks.
I remember how when you finally did talk to me, you told me you hated me.
I remember why I'm so scared now when people get close.
