Darling, you are the only exception.

N.b. (This is like a footnote but at te top...so a head note?) I wrote this on SWs day and if moved me to read it back again. It's raw. Sorry.

No, I take that last word back. Here you go:

It's only when I speak that I know what is going on in my head.
Isn't it strange?
I have to say it to the world, or to the or out of this world, to realise it.
That's why I've stopped talking about you.
Because if I don't say it, apparently, I don't feel it.

So I'm not gonna say the phrase 'Mr and Mrs [you know what] chilled me.
I'm not gonna say that I realised that's not me. At least, not anymore.
That I thought that was my fate. Destiny. Goal.
That I should have been there, not the empty bed.

I hope you slept well.