I adored you once. My favorite memories are of you, kissing me in the street in Barcelona, whispering in my ear, waking up with you. On a business trip to London with co-workers, sitting with you in the back of the van with everyone on the way to the hotel, you reaching down to cup my calf in your hand. You texting me when I was in Rome, congratulating me on finishing the marathon, then begging me to come home.
I adored you once. I remember sitting in the office next to you in meetings, breathing in your scent, watching your hands. When we lived together, you sought me out, kissing me before going to work, fingers lingering on my hip.
And then, as suddenly as it came, it left, and I was alone. I was crushed beyond thinking, beyond pain, my heart broken to the point that I needed to leave Chicago behind and forget the places that had been us.
And then, somehow, we are friends again? Really? One dinner and good conversation doesn't change things.
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