mousehands : ask philip

I don’t think you’re an apple… Okay, I do. My reasons are perhaps unique. After we fought that night, I watched you as you left. I won’t go into how much you hurt me or how much my heart was crushed, that would be cruel.

As you bounced away (that you travelled everywhere on a Space Hopper just made breaking up harder) you seemed to be leaking apple juice. It may have been urine, I realise that now, but for a long time the vision of you as an apple was all that kept the tears at bay.