I’ve been well…and suddenly, I miss you bad.  

Valentine’s Day is soon to be. I remember we acknowledged it, yet your heart wasn’t for me. A stranger as my witness. Furthermore, validation imprinted in pixels. You planned your escape though caved when enticed by a hot fuck to help you sleep.  The red wine kept us closer too.  You’re a polite drunk.  I thank you for never saying her name while I was inside you.