I miss it all.
I miss trips to Asda at four in the morning. Always having someone to come home to. Having a second home. Feeling part of something, wanted, loved and needed. The 'when are you home?' texts. Living off pizza and chips. Going out on a Monday night, because it's 'out out' on a Wednesday. Light hearted arguments about where we'd go. Cinema trips. Spending too much money. Persuading those two that we ought to 'get on it'. Playing pool at The Mile. Fresh, early morning air. Putting up posters. Watching films in the hall way. The sofa off the street. Play fights. Drunken chats in the kitchen. Late night heart to hearts. Spilling WKD all over the floor. The cleaners moving everything. The over powering smell of Lynx. The smokers area in the courtyard. Little 'see you Monday' notes before going home for the weekend. Meeting new people. Drunken rants and cleaning up. Charcoal Grill after every night out. Mistakes. Kissing guy friends and it not being awkward. Kissing guy friends and it being extremely awkward. Lying in bed waiting for the heater to warm up. Power showers. Football in the hall at 3am. Hating on the flat across. Actually wanting to be friends with the flat across. Making up stories. Chats in my bedroom. Procrastinating. Ignoring homework. Phone calls and last minute everything. Trips across to Sainsburys just before midnight. The money machine. Screaming the lyrics. Holding hands. Chatting to bouncers and the guys in the takeaway. Medicine corner. Turning up to lectures incredibly exhausted, last night's stamp still on my hand. Pretending I've done homework and convinently forgetting it, when really I was drunk the night before. That feeling of complete suffocation. Depending on them. Confessions and declarations of 'I fucking love you'. Stealing road signs. 'How was the gig last night?' Playing music unbearably loud. Rock Band and Guitar Hero. 'Xbox Bummers'. Breakdowns. Double disaronno and coke. Jaegerbomb, jaegerbomb. Using jaegermister as cough medicine. Testing to see who has the comfiest bed. Sitting at the back of the lecture theatre reading Kerrang! instead of making notes. Using jaeger shots as cough medicine. Freshers flu. Eating too much. The smell. The Christmas tree fiasco. Trying to hide the stolen road sign in the roof. Stealing the sign in the first place. Taxi to Asda. Bowling. Gala Bingo. Inside jokes that went on forever. The first night to the very last. I miss it all.
Damn, those tarrot cards were right.
