Woke up today to a brand new nightmare.

At least Man Utd prevailed 3-1,
After trailing 1-0 and playing badly for much of the game.
The impeccable RVN scored two goals and Solskjaer added one.
So football did manage to cheer me up mildly before I slept.

Slept badly though.
Woke up every hour to see if you had replied to my messages.
But you didn't.
You called though,
But we only talked for a couple of minutes.
Tossed and turned in bed after that,
Listening to "Gone" and somehow couldn't stop the tears flowing.
Are we really over?

I miss the times when you hung onto my every word.
When you'll be excited to hear me call.
When we laughed together.
When you said you'll never give up.
When breaking up was never an option.
That was when you still loved me.