My heart skipped a beat whenever Sammy had kissed me. I tried to relish in how his lips tasted. His lips were addicting and I would find myself craving his taste when he wasn't around.
I couldn't believe that this would be the last time that I would see him. I hadn't left yet, but I was already regretting my decision.
I just couldn't tear myself away from Sammy no matter how hard I tried. But I was still convinced this was the right choice. There was nothing left for me here. The guys were all moving on with their lives. And it was time I did the same.
My heart skipped another beat as I sat here and watched Sammy slowly leave.
It was funny...
Here in this same room, I shared my first kiss with him.
Here me and Sammy slept together for the first time.
And at the moment, I hadn't realized just how much I would fall for this one guy. At the time, I hadn't known how to appreciate the time I had with him. I had no idea that things would ever get to this point.
In this very same room, I had also promised myself not to catch feelings for Sam, and I had also convinced myself that this was nothing but a game. But I knew from the very beginning, that this was no game. I loved Sammy and that was all there was to it.
But none of that mattered anymore.
I mean, I could have told him about my feelings, but what good did that do? He was already calling up other girls. I obviously meant nothing to him.
But whatever, he was moving on with someone else, and I was moving on with my career.
I was leaving and I was moving on too.
SAMMY'S POV
My feet felt heavy like lead as I made my way slowly down the hallway.
I felt numb. I couldn't believe it.
I had finally found a girl I loved. A girl I could see myself growing old with. And I was letting her go.
But I had no choice. She had already made up her mind.
It stung to think that soon enough she would be living with someone else. Maybe a handsome guy who would fall in love with her the way I did. He would be the one who would get to enjoy the pancakes she would always make on Saturday mornings. He would be the one who would get to see her when she read and her lips would slowly move as she read each word. He would she the adorable pout she made when she became frustrated or when she didn't understand something. He would get to enjoy her. The way I never would be able to.
But what stung even more was the fact that I would surely never see her again. She would move on to better and bigger things and I would be nothing but a memory.
A memory....
No.
I refused that.
I wasn't about to be just a memory.
I had to try harder, otherwise I would regret it for the rest of my life. I needed to let her know exactly what she meant to me. She needed to know how she had changed me. She needed to know tha I needed her.
That I loved her.
I wasn't going to be the idiot who let the girl he loved go.
No, I was gonna fight for her.
I turned around determined, and made my way inside her room once again.
She wasn't going anywhere, not without knowing about my love for her.
