"I can't when you don't even care.."
"I never said I didn't care!"
"But you don't!"
Once they were enemies, now they're lovers. Let's see what happens four years later. Have they been able to keep themselves together? Have the stayed together? What...
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Your love makes me feel like I'm home again Alexander Vailiu
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My nose nuzzled into the warm smell of Ryan's bed, a nightmare having woke me up silently. It used to be my stepfather's death glare tracking me down in torment, but now that's all I wish it was. The terrors that rake through my comfortable sleep were now centered around Ryan. Millions of ways I could lose him. I could never remember exactly how he's taken from me, all I remember is the feeling. The gut-wrenching heartbreak of never hearing his voice again, never touching his warm skin, never seeing the in love look in his eyes. It woke me up every time. This was no different, except it was. Ryan was right here, alive and snoring his head off. Our blankets warm from both our body heat, that was enough reassurance to tell my chest to breathe again.
We talked for hours the night before. Catching up on the two months we missed out on in each other's lives. It felt different yet so awfully familiar to be together again. The love and carefree hope that had been set in before we broke up, all the time ago, was suddenly back. Being together didn't feel like a challenge anymore, it was just us being together.
We fell asleep cuddling but now we were miles apart, Ryan's back to me with an arm's length of distance between us. I smiled with way too much happiness within me for it being nearly six am. My hand dragged down Ryan's shoulder before I moved to kiss it. He didn't wake up, it wasn't my intention to wake him either. I simply wanted to kiss him before I got up, just to reassure that I was in the real world and not my devastating dream one. Nonetheless, he was real, sleeping soundly as I kissed his temple basking in the comforting smell of him.
