I felt you last night.

I came looking for you. I had a shower upstairs and after, I waited for you. I sat in your room and waited for you. Willing you there. And then I cried.

Then later when we stumbled upon Rita Ora in the Live Lounge, you were laying on the green sofa asking ‘How old’s Rita Ora?’ and I said ’24.’ and you said ‘Cow.’ And we all laughed because you’re 24 too. And then I cried.

Then a little later I tried to find Bladerunner in amongst the DVDs and I thought you might have ‘borrowed’ it. But I couldn’t ask you. And then I weep.

I felt you last night, Bethy.