‘You haunt my fucking dreams’ I said as she stormed out of my room, my house, my life.

I hope she heard those words, spoken in anger but steeped in reality. Because like a storm she shook my safety. Working in the office it was boring, dull until she came along, next thing I know I have given up the 5 a side, the quiz team and all that anchored myself to my friends, my routine.

She blazed into my world and brought technicolour to the monochrome of my life, and then she broke everything, mocked me in front of my friends, stole from me and took away my self respect.

And like the tornado wreaking havoc, when she was gone all that was left was the wreckage.

‘You haunt me sleeping and waking’ I say sadly to myself, but she isn’t here to hear me.