I stretch out in my large double bed, much too large for one person anyway. There used to be someone who would share it with me. You. The best relationship I’d ever had, we appreciated each other so much and there was moments that aren’t even comparable to any other times I’ve had in relationships.

We were everything, truly. You were my everything.

You had this… gorgeous head of hair. It sounds so weird now that I’m saying it without you laughing at me as I constantly complimented it. It was one of those things that I loved most about you. The rich colour, the thickness. Everything about it. Not to mention how good it smelt all the time. I’d always buy you these hair treatment things. I didn’t even know what they were, but you loved them. I remember once I bought you this vanilla one for my own selfish reasons, vanilla was just your scent.

It’s gunna be one of those days again.

By ‘one of those days’, it means that I’m going to mope around and reminisce about a relationship that I haven’t been in for almost three years. I grab my phone and pull the charger out of it so I can turn onto the better side of the bed. Your side. Call me insane, but I bought one of those vanilla sprays from Victoria Secret and I’d spray it on the pillow sometimes.

I open your instagram and my heart sinks. You cut your hair? When? I scroll through the pictures that you posted of yourself. You’d cut most of your hair off.