I'm sorry we couldnt have breakfast before I leftnI hope that the meeting went wellnI miss your smile and I miss your companynI'm thinking of you on the train and I'm thinking about you when I'm busynI like you so muchnI like the jumpers you wearnI like your teethnAnd I like it when you cut your hairnI like getting drunk on RosenDark chocolate, roast dinnersnNumber one would be indulgencenSending postcards, drawing picturesnAlways rememberingnFalling over, banging headsnHoles in both our tightsnBruises, both latenI forget but you always remembernPerfume freshnWooden floorboardsnWardrobes, charity shops and tube stopsnSisters, fights, tears and thoughts about the futurenBut lets stick to the presentnLike sellotape wrapped up so tightnI love thinking about younI've never laughed so hardnFelt so good, like a childnAs free as a bird, a naked onenSpray me with the hose when it's too hot in the summernSweaty, clammy handsnHolding handsnSo much crap in my bagnToo many things but we love keeping thingsnLetters, pictures, ripped out from magazinesnPhotos, memories, broken bits of jewelrynI'm convinced that one day I will make this into something coolnMakeup, dress-upnTear and run down my facenOver my body, through my veinsnMake my hair stand on endsnGive me goosebumps, confidencenA secret, I feel safe and warm and I dont want to leave becausenI'm back to when I was seven years oldnCovered in glitter and smooth linesnScratch, jump, run, fall and we're back upnBread, I love eating breadnI love when you draw something and it's not deadnIt moves off the page and round people's mindsnYou make other people laughnBut everything you do could make me crynI want to feel, be, live, breathe, touch, see, fall, eatnMake glue, rip do, I want to be with younI havent time for anybody elsenI dont wanna be with themnI wanna move to our house in a fieldnJust tell me when and I'll be therenI'd drop everything for younYou are my best friendnI dont even have a boyfriendnMy mind is occupiednMy buzz is rocket highnAbove the moon and back againnWho I love is younYou are the most unpretentiousnThe most fun, most excitingnI want to spend most of my time with younBecause you are the most worthwhilenYou are the most cute, clever, and stupidnHungry, energetic, passionate, scared, interestingnLike a film, made up personnI want to drink cream, eat chocolatenGet that nice suprise when the butter is un-saltednEat salt out of the packetnScream till I am blue in the facenMeet French people, go to the picturesnShow you my cobbled streetsnMeet everybody that you could ever meetnJust so that they know that you are my best friendnAnd that you belong to menYeah, I know you think she's cute and funnynBut er, actually she is not an I, she is a wenA united nation of absoloute nonescencenA community, neighbourhood watchnFirestation, theme park, space, time and energynTalent, beauty, my best friendnThey dont love you like I love younThe End.