”i left town when we were over, cus’ it didn’t feel the saaaame.”

maybe nothing felt right after you’d left him. he felt like the stars were too much to look at without you near or the smell of a cigarettes smoke. his heart ached and longed for you. for the smell of your clothes or the sweet sound of laughter that made his heart twist and melt into different forms a thousand times over.

when you and john dated, he was sweet on you yet, he’d run away often. days and weeks and months on end. gone and would never tell you where he’d disappear too. maybe that was what his problem was. comunication. john had always struggled with talking. he was more of a fighter then a lover anyways. maybe you were tired of that stupid game of cat and mouse, looking for him every other day wondering if he was dead or alive. maybe that’s why you’d gone. let him go.. let him wonder what he did wrong.

but now, john can’t do anything without thinking of you. everytime he looks at a weird plant he’d think ‘she’d love that’ or anytime he’d see a black horse and he’d whip his head around, hopin’ and prayin’ it had your stupid body ontop of it. riding care free. until he was out in saint denis doing some stuff for dutch he’d seen it. a tall dark black stallion with your saddle on it parked right outside a saloon. he’d soon got of his horse and busted inside only to see you by the bar. slowly sipping a drink while talking to some local.

maybe running over and kissing you straight away was a bad idea, but he sure thought it was a great one.