Flannel Shirts and Tangled Hair

The Night I Lost Her

      I climbed into the shower, wanting to wash away the problems of today. Seeing Olivia for the first time since Saturday got to me. Why did I think I could just pretend like nothing happened?

      I turned the faucet and relished as the hot water ran down my back. Sighing, I started my shower routine, taking as long as I could, wishing to just stay in this warm haven.

      As soon as I'm done, I get out and wrap a towel around myself. I quickly dried my body, got dressed in my pajama, then blow dried my hair. I swung my hair up into a pony tail and walked out of my bathroom to my room.

      I looked at my bed and felt a stab of sadness. I imagined Olivia, laying there, wearing my T-Shirt. Her long legs draped over the covers, hair splayed out on the pillow, heavy breathing.

      I shook my head and climbed in the bed. Shutting off my lamp, I unlock my phone, put on some music, and start browsing tumblr on my laptop.

      Gay stuff.
      Funny shit.
      Relatable shit.
      Gay stuff.

      This cycle keeps going on and on until I finally shut off and lay down, ready for sleep to take me. Only that doesn't happen. My mind wonders off to her. Big fucking surprise there Addilyn.

      I think of that night. The night I really got to know her. The night we learned almost everything about each other. The night I won her. The night I lost her.