The paranoia of myself being on edge while staring at her name of my stolen possession threw chills down my back causing me to shake. I lay in my bed my fingers wrapping around my phone sliding downwards. The way I was staring at his profile made me equally similar to a lion watching its dear. The sun peppering the dried out, flammable grass. His biography made my eyes become watery, engulfing the surface of my eyes to become a river, soaking my pillow running down the inner side of my face. My underwear and tank top was my only protection, excluding my duvet. My leg wrapped around my bunched up duvet, like a sloth.
"He moved on so quickly.. from me." I let out a sigh of relief trying to calm myself to receive comfort. Was I too attached? He probably had another while talking to me for half a year. I was excited. Willingly to send him a gift all the way from the UK to US. I'll move onto rewinding and maybe I'll reconnect and retrace why he might of left.
