Lando didn't want to remember you. He didn't want to remember the vanilla smell of your shampoo, he didn't want to remember how happy he felt when you kissed him, and he didn't want to remember all the words to the song you always played. But he did. He was ssurrounded by people that loved him, girls that wanted him, guys attempting to be friends with him, but he wasn't interested at all. Lando didn't feel like drinking anymore, instead feeling an overwhelming sense of longing and yearning for you. Memories of the both of you kissing drunkenly on hotel beds, laughing loudly on his couch when talking nonsense, of all the times he had you begging for more. The vivid image of you sweating off your Chanel perfume, the one he bought you, while he brought you to loveable ruin. You were all he was thinking about, even after his friends patted his back and tried coaxing back onto the dance floor. The only thing he could picture was you with someone new. He was happy for you, really, happy that you were moving on. Happy that you had found someone. And yet he found himself at the bar, drunk enough to text you.

I miss u