Only The Stars Know

when love has to go

Dawn finally arrived, and the skies were in beautiful hues. However, I was stuck staring at his face. I hadn't seen him so relaxed for a long time. He looked a lot better than how he was four years ago.

Four years ago, we faced our heaviest year as lovers. We argued, cried, and refused to walk away when we badly wanted to. It was a rough year, but I knew we still loved each other after that.

I smiled as I brushed my fingers through his hair. I wasn't sure when it started, but I've been in love with him for a long time. . . So, how come I've never grown tired of seeing his face every morning?

"Reed, good morning," I mumbled when he started rubbing his eyes.

A smile appeared on his face when his gaze landed on me.

"Good morning, love," he said.

He sat on the bed and looked at me as if he was admiring a work of art in a museum. It was the same look he gave me during our first date, but something was different. I can't quite put my finger on it.

He stood up and said, "I'll prepare breakfast. You rest there and look pretty, as always."

We started off our day with the morning routine we developed through the years of living together. First, he took a shower. Then, he came out of the bathroom dressed in his work attire and ready for work. He looked extra handsome today, and I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne.

"I'm off to work. See you later. I love you, always."

"I love you too, always." I hugged him and kissed his cheek. He only smiled and went on his way.

While I thought about what to do today, I found his phone on our bed. He must've forgotten it.

A name suddenly popped on the screen with a message saying, "be careful on your way. See you!"

"Hannah," I uttered, reading the name on the screen. I don't remember him mentioning that name before.

A new office mate, maybe? Why would she message him so early?

I sat with questions in mind as I waited for him to return that day. However, he had so much to tell me when he got back that I didn't get the chance to ask.

It was just a text, after all. It shouldn't bother me much. We've been together since we were seventeen. Reed had been taking care of my trust since then. I also knew that if I ever felt bothered about any girl, he would immediately stay away from them. He was considerate like that.

I read a lot of books when I was younger, but never once did I get jealous of the female leads in romance novels. . . Because I had him.

Girls didn't flock around him, though. He wasn't a jock or filthy rich. He didn't ride the motorcycle, and never had I seen him wear those cool leather jackets. But he loved me enough to make me feel like a princess.

No, he wasn't a heartthrob when we were younger. But he made me live a love story, where he was the hero that would go through any length to save the girl, but at the same time, the villain that would ruin the world for her.

He spent his time building a future for us but never ran out of time to make me feel loved. He was always tired from work but never failed to cook my favorite dish whenever I asked. He folded the clothes and swept the floor so I could have more time in bed before heading to work.

He supported my every dream, even the ones that may seem impossible and crazy. He never doubted me. He was there when I achieved them all, one by one.

Every time I fell sick, he would set everything aside, showing me that nothing was more important than I was. His love and care for me made all the disagreements and tears easy to forget.