My back was to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, he rested his chin on my shoulder and whispers, " I miss the good old days."
I wanted to turn around and kiss him. I wanted him to see that I never stopped loving him. That he still meant everything to me. But I didn't. I was strong, trying to show that he didn't effect when he did, in every way he did. I shifted my eyes over to catch a glimpse of him. His cheekbones to his jawline was in my view.
Maybe if I give him a peck he'll know I never wanted it to end. But I didn't. I shifted my gaze away from him. I thought if I didn't respond it wouldn't effect me, that I wouldn't feel anything.
And then it was gone.
My eyes shot open starring into the darkness that surrounded my room. I had woken up. I turned over and felt nothing next to me. Emptiness, that he wasn't holding me, that I was alone, that he wasn't mine to love anymore.