Nathan woke up clutching, the other pillow of his bed. It still smelt like her perfume. He was dreaming that it was her, he was holding and not the pillow she used to lay her head on. He rolled over on his back, letting go of the pillow. He lay there, not wanting to get up. He knew he would soon though, just because he got dumped. Didn't mean the world stopped turning.
Over the last few weeks, he had tried to forget about her but everything reminded him of her. The way her perfume was the essence of his room, the hairbrush of hers he found, whilst he was tidying. The pictures that were left behind of them together. He tried pretending to be over her, but no good came out of it. He was still miserable and alone. But it was all he could do to keep his sanity.
At night, he would sometimes go out onto the balcony and wish on stars. As pathetic as it sounded it was the only way he thought he could get her back. He even prayed to god, tried to make deals and vows, hoping somehow she would come back. It hadn't worked.
All he wanted was for his love to come home. Back to him, she was his home. She was his everything. No one could ever replace that. He loved her more than anything on this earth. But over time, he forgot to show her how much, that's how he lost her. Sometimes in the day, he'd breakdown as his heart was yearning for her, he would scream and cry. But nothing he did brought her back to him.
Every single day, it could harder to cope with her not being around, he had gone out with a few friends once or twice. Everywhere he went he thought he saw her face, then he realized it wasn't her. In fact the reality of the person he stared at, looked nothing like her. But she was everywhere he turned too, she was all he thought about. Once he realises it's not hers. He breaks once again. One night after alot of persuasion, he went out with his friends. He was in a bar, when he thought he saw her, after too many drinks he went over and touched her hand, the woman turned round. It wasn't his girl. He swore it was hers, but the face of a stranger and the beautiful girl he knew didn't add up. He went back over to the table humiliated and broken.
He spent his nights waiting by the door, for her too come back, all he could think about was her and the way she left. All he wanted to say to her was 'baby come home', he had left these words numerous times on her voicemail and texted her and told her how much he loved her and needed her back. After too many beers, one night he broke down when on the phone to her voicemail machine.
But what he knew now, was that time does not heal all wounds. It had been three months since she had walked out the door and he was still breaking down at the sound of her name, or the essence of her perfume. His friends told him 'In time you'll heal and move on', he knew this couldn't be true as he knew she was the one.
He lay on the couch, with the t.v on, low lost in his own thoughts. When the doorbell rang. he became confused, the pizza came an hour ago and he didn't have any friends coming over. His heart jumped maybe it was her. But then he told himself to stop being stupid. He got up and padded over to the door, he opened it. Stood there was the angelic woman that left him three months ago. She looked up and stared at him, tears running down her cheeks.
She then opened her mouth and the words, he had been craving to hear became reality"I miss you, I want to come home."
