The worst part about knowing that he's upset is actually knowing that he's upset with me. We bicker about trivial things that turn into bigger things. But, the moment his lips fall on mine my fingers can't help but to cringe at the hem of his shirt.
His scent and touch makes me forget for a minute why I was so upset with him and then we scurry like two lost souls bouncing from wall to wall kissing like we've just met for the first time.
Today is different though. We argue, say things we probably don't mean and from there he leaves and never comes back. Hours gone by and not a single apology or word.
This might be it as I sit alone and look over pictures of the memories we've created together. All smiles then, but now between my teary eyes and the hurtful things we've said to each other I feel empty.
Its just these pictures and I now...
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Short StoryMy eyes follow as he walks into the room and out of the room, out of nowhere he stops and looks over his shoulders. He looks good in whatever he wears which I envy because the only time I seem to look appealing is when I have a towel over my head. ...
