Ok, so this is the first chapter to the sequel of I'm good !

Roxy

I walked through the park, thinking back to the times where Danny and I had walked through here, laughing and giggling, climbing trees and rolling through the grass like little children, how he would always manage to get hold of me and hold me close to him. I still remembered how he smelt, the exact layout of his hair, the way his smile would grow to a big cheeky grin, the way he sang, and the way he would laugh and smile and lift me up to sit me on the kitchen table, just to whisper 'I love you' in my ear.

The last few days of him being around were the best days in my life, I thought, and I knew that he was gone now, I would never get them back, but at the same time, I didn't know if I could handle having them back, I was angry and hurt, and I didn't know if I would be able to face him again.

I sat down by the lake and reminisced. I thought about all of the times where he would have chased me along the edge of the water, and grab me, threatening to push me in, letting go, only to catch me and kiss me, catching me off guard every time.

I remembered how he wrote it,

"Ok, baby. It is really late, and I want you to know that I am sorry. I am sorry that I never told you before now, that I didnt give you a chance to say goodbye, I am so sorry for falling in love with you and then just leaving like this. And most of all I am sorry for lying to you, for saying I had to speak with my mum when I never.
The band had to go back to england, and I know that the only reason I didnt tell you was I was afraid to see you cry, I didnt want to hurt you, and now I am writing this I realise that this will hurt you more than saying goodbye, although, I am looking at you sleeping beside me and I know that I can't wake you up and tell you now. Because the plain truth is, I'm a coward sweetie.
I hope you can forgive me yeah? But it might be easier for us to just forget one another? I know it takes a while for you to realise that your phone has been going off in your sleep, and this was why I did it this way, and mainly because my handwriting is seriously poor and you wouldn't be able to read it, but not because you cant read but, oh heck, you know what I mean.
I'm really sorry that I am a sucky friend, and a sucky boyfriend, but I hope you can forgive me?
Danny, x"

I couldn't get him out of my head, I couldn't stop thinking about him, about how he would be, about what he would look like now, a year down the line, would he still act the same, would he have another girlfriend that he loved dearly, or would he just be back to the same old ladies man Danny?

Forgotten, that was me. He would have forgotten everything I remembered, the specific taste in his mouth, the way he would hold me tight in the morning in his bed, the way his skin felt on mine, and mostly, the way he looked at me.

And every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, with his long brown straightened hair and piercing blue eyes.

I missed him.

My old, Danny Jones.

Ok, so what you thinking? Good start or not?