I laid there, watching the clouds drift by. The extremely tight knot in my stomach made me realize a few things. One, I had no way to change this, and two, this was the beginning of the end of my life. I had fallen for someone I swore I never would. After one thing led to the other, im here. Looking up at the sky wondering if he's looking down at me. How would i ever know, i vould never see or touch him ever again. It took one night, one kiss, one 'i love you' and now he's gone. They say he had no choice, but I believe otherwise. I believe he was afraid, but he wanted to go against the odds. I don't know if he ever loved me, but i know one thing for sure, i loved him. After he left, i would always think about if i could go back and change time. Every moment seemed so perfect, so unrealistic. He promised he would never forget me, and that he would be there when i needed him the most, yet I've spent so many nights lonely, so many hours crying with no shoulder to lean on. Ive learned to slowly give up on him, slowly let him go. But he took a part of me i hadn't known i had until he left. He taught me to love, dream, believe in the unseen. I didn't want to let go, but i knew i had to.
