Because of that one song, the song you played as we were lying in bed, the time when we were both happy and not fighting for once, I regret some of our time together. 

You had left me to shower so I was playing on your laptop as I waited. I tried to find something we would both like, playing something that was chilled for a Sunday morning. You came in whilst I played Alex Turner's Piledriver waltz. You said it wasn't right as I wasn't miserable and I wasn't at a heartbreak hotel with you. As cheesy as it was, you genuinely made me smile. You always came back in your towel, smelling fresh and feeling damp and naturally lie on top of me and cuddle me as I lie on my front. They will always be in my memory. We were genuinely so content to be in each other's presence. Like we had been together for a long time. This one time, you played that song. For once, it wasn't something I would roll my eyes at and frown at you for. Sometimes when I hear the lyrics, I wonder if there was a particular reason for me to hear it. It was a simple life that I think we both would have enjoyed. No gimmicks, no pretending and being something we weren't. We weren't on some lavish date in a fancy restaurant, we weren't somewhere romantic like Paris, just a place where we were happy. 

But look at what happened and where we've ended up now. We fought and argued and lied and you've left the country and you're never going to apologise to me or even tell me your true feelings. But I'm still crazy over you.