After everything ended, I lost myself. It's been two months and I still can't seem to get cole out of my head. I can still feel his arms wrap tightly around me, and I can still remember everything form that night, we were at the top of my door steps.
"I'm...I'm really going to miss you..." His words have stayed with me until this day. I tried to keep myself together, but inside I was having a complete emotional break down. He's never told me he would miss me, ever.
He finally let go. I looked at him and got closer, his eyes met mine and we kissed for one last time. I forgot about everything that had happened the past couple of days and it just felt like it was just us. I didn't want it to end, but I had no say. It was his decision.
The kiss ended and we got a little distant, but our hands were still locked. I looked at him and our whole relationship just flashed before my eyes. He took a step down and slowly began letting go of my hand.
"I...love you..." the last phrase I said to him that night. We both stood in silence. He gave me no response, but a broken smile.
Cole finally let my hand go and I could tell in his face that he was not okay. He nodded and walked away.
I watched him walk away, hoping he would stop, hoping he would change his mind, hoping he would come back.
Everything was coming back to me and I knew myself that I could not longer dwell over this. So I decided to go through everything I have left from our relationship one last time.
