🌼I Love You🌼 [✓]

🌼I Still Love You🌼

I had come home from work, whistling the tune of your favorite song, the song that you insisted I had to listen to, because it was just so good. I had listened to it, and it was a nice song, but all I could think of was the possible look on your face when you would hear me whistling the tune. That incredible smile of yours was contagious, everything good and bright combined together. No song was better than your smile, I had thought as I unlocked the front door.

You weren't in the kitchen or in the living room, so I just figured that you were in the bedroom or in the bathroom. I placed down my work bag on the living room couch and walked over to our bedroom. I reached it and attempted to open up the door.

It was locked.

I called out your name.

"Hey, love, are you in there?" I knocked on the door. I immediately heard a curse from inside and incredibly loud shuffling.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Oh, uh, yeah, shit, yep, I'm okay!" You yelled, slight panic in your voice. "Just give me a second!"

I became suspicious, but I said nothing as I leaned against the wall next to the door, arms crossed, and began to hum the tune instead. The noises inside only grew louder, as did my confusion.

"Are you really okay in there?" I shouted. I got no answer.

I tapped my foot against the floor, before sighing and grabbing the keys to our bedroom, which was inside of an owl clock nailed to the wall. When you saw the clock at a random store, your eyes brightened up, and you snatched it up so quickly. Just like you had done to my heart.

I opened up the door without any warning, humming the tune once again.

I saw you frantically changing into a shirt. I also saw another man on our bed.

The tune was over. And then everything was.

I guess I should have seen this coming.

I watch as you stuff your items into a suitcase, no ounce of regret of guilt on your face, only annoyance, a stark contrast to the tears streaking down my face, falling down on what was once our bed. The bed that we bought together. The bed that we slept on together. The bed where we touched each other in intimate ways that nobody else would ever be able to understand. The bed where we slept close, our heartbeats thumping as one.

The bed that I caught you with some other person, touching him in a way that I thought was only reserved for me.

"Quit crying, you fucking baby." You snap, glaring at me. "God, you're a twenty-seven year old man and you're acting like such a little bitch."

I sniffle, wiping at the tears, wondering where the man that I fell in love with had gone.

You close the suitcase, running a hand through your hair. I could have sworn that I saw a single tear fall down your cheek, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

"Whatever." You mutter, walking across the bedroom and out into the hallway. I follow after you, just as I always have.

You stared at the owl clock on the wall, watching as the time ticked forward. You scoffed, and walked away from it. Just like you had done with my heart.

We walk through what was once our house. You were so excited when we first bought it, immediately thinking of ways to suit your taste and blabbering endlessly to me. I gave you my thoughts but you just simply brushed them off. I found it cute. Now I realize that you have always brushed my thoughts and feelings off.

You stalk around the house, analyzing everything. You pick up the vase that contains yellow flowers and place it back down, muttering something on how they were a waste of money. I bought those flowers for you. I thought you loved them. That's what you had told me.

You liar.

I watch as you get near the maroon couch in the living room, the exact same spot where I broke down after receiving the news that my older sister had passed away from an unthinkable and horrific disease. You had wrapped your arms around me, whispering comforting words into my ears, brushing my tears away with your soft hands. I wish that you would do the same now.

"Well then," you say, letting out a long exhale, "I guess that's it, huh? It's over?"

I say nothing, my vision still blurry, you being a messed up image. It reminds me of the times that we have gone to the beach together and I would dive under the water, looking up, only to see your blurred but beaming face before you pulled me back out. I felt nothing but joy then. I feel nothing but pain now.

A soft click cuts through the silence, and I see your silver ring on the living room table. My heart cracks, the feeling running through my body up to the tear ducts behind my eyes. My wedding ring is still on my finger, showing off what was once our undying love for each other.

"He's waiting outside, so I should get going now." You say it so nonchalantly, as if I wasn't the one you were supposed to be waiting for. As if I weren't the one who always waited for you.

You look me up and down for the last time, sniffle, and turn around on your heel, and walk out of my house, slamming the door on both my face and my heart.

The tear ducts can no longer be held back as I fall to the ground, wrapping my arms around my legs and pulling them up to my chin, and begin to sob.

I am such an idiot.

There is nobody to wrap their arms around me. There is nobody to whisper comforting words into my ear. And there is nobody to love me.

There is now only me, and I tighten the grip around my legs.

I love you. I always have and I always will. I just wish that you had felt the same way.

Author's Note:

This is literally the first thing I've ever finished and published, and I'm totally freaking out.

But yeah, this is just a short story that I wrote, and I hope that y'all enjoy it.

Did you enjoy the story? If so, a vote and a comment would be a very much appreciated yes.

Please give feedback if you can! I am fairly new to writing, so please give me your thoughts so I can improve.

So yeah, that's all for now. Peace!

-Levi ☆

Update:

I wrote a short sequel to this short story. It's called, "I Will Keep On Loving," and you can find it on my Profile. Go check it out!