He spent the evening with me the night before, then let me be with him the night before he left. We talked, he worked, I hung out with friends at the same time. We walked with another and had some laughs. The night soon came to and end, and my sadness would soon catch up to me. People had come and went, but when he left me, he had left me breathless.
I had walked him out, hugged everyone good bye. He said he might drop by the next morn to say his farewell. We hugged for a moment, then he made a sound. I looked up at him and it happened fast. He leaned in and kissed me softly upon my lips. It hurt when he stopped, because I knew that's what I'd think about for the next week. He left me, and headed on home with his brother and friend. And the rest of the night he was all I thought about. The next day came, and he didn't come by. My heart was hurting and I longed to see him.
But I knew this week would be hard. And I had a couple days to work up to being without him. But I wanted to cry, for he was not there. No hugs would come after school or between classes. No knowing that he was here if I needed him. But atleast he was making someone else happy by being in their presence. Till he comes back, the night before shall play across my mind as a reminder of how much he loves me.
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