Things are just things. My mind turns nothing into something. You’re always the main thought in my brain , everything. I hope you like being compared to an acura NSX. Because I just thought of you in the passenger seat….I can’t drive. I hate saying that. It’s like I’m in Canterbury and you’re in Nottingham. All of my brothers are in Northampton. Last year is just a blurry figment of my memory. That’s when you were just a figment of my memory..and imagination. Now you’re my reality…but slightly still a figment of my imagination, because I dream about you more than I see you…and that’s ok because it’s just where we’re at right now.