You Left

Prologue

I remember the first thing you said to me that night.

I remember the shirt you wore. I remember where we stood.

I remember the smirk you made and the nervousness in your voice.

You looked down and chuckled. Under your breath you muttered, "I love you, Sierra."

And that was the beginning of the end. That was the first time you said you loved me.

But it was also the last time you looked at me that way.

It was the last time I believed you loved me.

I never knew why you chose that spot, that time. We were at a party and we stood next to the wall in the kitchen.

Maybe it was the beer that got you thinking you loved me. Maybe it fooled you as much as it fooled me.

But now, I don't believe any of it. I don't believe the kisses you and I shared. I don't believe the texts. I don't believe the dreams and memories we shared.

All I believe is that you left.