Rose had been coming over, but not for me. She came over for my sisters, but it didn't matter to me. All I cared about was seeing her and hearing her gorgeous voice. Today was the last day I would get to. Tomorrow I'm leaving and when I come back, if I come back, she'll be gone. It was my last chance to tell her how I felt.
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I went up to my room and looked out the window and saw her.
She's leaving.
I ran down the stairs and grabbed the recycling so I would have an excuse to go outside since it was late. She was walking across the street when I came outside and I stopped in the doorway and stared at her for a second.
Please come back.
I looked away and put the plastic bottles into the recycling bin and turned around and there she stood in front of my garage door. The place she had first kissed my cheek. I walked over to her with my hand covering my mouth.
I wanted to tell her so many things. I wanted to tell her I was wrong, I regret breaking up with her, she meant everything to me, I couldn't stop thinking about her, I didn't want to live without her. Most of all I wanted to tell her she was right and that I had fallen in love with her.
Just as I was about to, she spoke. "Move your hand." I dropped my hand and she kissed me. Her hands held my arms gently squeezing them as we kissed and I held her. This kiss was like none other. There were so many things said. I thought, I love you, before breaking the kiss and stepping back. I could feel the tears about to fall from my eyes.
I missed her. I looked at her and she looked so vulnerable and broken. I didn't want to leave her but I knew I had to. "I have to go inside before I get in trouble." I told her and my voice cracked. She nodded and started walking away.
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I laid in bed but couldn't sleep.
We kissed.
I missed her kisses, her body, her lips. I missed everything. Our last kiss kept going through my head and I could still feel her lips on mine. I wished it never would've ended. I wished I wasn't leaving. I wished she was beside me.
It was 3:18 a.m. I hadn't slept at all and there was no way I could. Every thought of her consumed me. I thought of every moment I spent with her. Every kiss. Every hug. Every smile. Every laugh. The last kiss went through my head, every detail and feeling. I relived it every time I thought of it. It almost felt like a dream.
