It Ends with Goodbye◇Drew Dirksen (Sequel to It Starts with Hello)

Chapter Twenty.

It's hard to be apart or away from someone for so long. Sure you grow immune to it. But then out of no where your heart lingers back to the feeling .You get it more and more every single time you think about it. 

Was it his eyes? His eyes were so close and so similar to his siblings but that didn't matter. 

Was it his laugh? I rarely heard it but when I did hear it , it made me laugh or made me smile. 

I know I wasn't with him for long or even knew him for long but that didn't matter either. The touch. And the warmth...

What he made me feel was not like any warmth I could ever feel. 

So what did I do? I tried to get that feeling with someone else. 

That stomach fluttering that love at first sight feeling. But it never came. I looked. Yes of course I have Tate but I looked before Drew and it never seemed right. The way our hands fit together. the talks we had when he did talk. 

The groans he would give me would even make me feel good. Even though he was tired and very helpless I couldn't help but want his attention more. 

The way our bodies molded together so carefully and so perfectly like it was destined. The hugs were phenomenal and the kisses weren't terrible either. 

Now every time I see Tate I also see Drew. I see him right away. The blonde curls suddenly turn into straight and his dark eyes become a little lighter. 

His smile becomes whiter and his lips become even more vibrant. 

But I know it's not Tate I can be in love with. With my eyes being closed I feel as if I can make it seem better. That Tate is himself... but everyone has to open their eyes at some point and see what is actually in front of them.  

"Violet here let me be on the side of the traffic," Tate pushes me to the other side and then grabs my hand in his own. Intertwining our fingers and lacing them together. 

I look out to where we are heading to and then smile. The little nice restaurant he was talking about earlier that day was just a  few feet away. The fluorescent sign shows off how young and how hip it could be. The little town I live in has nothing like it. 

We enter the building and he has his arm around me. Almost protecting me at some point and I 
can't help but feel safe.

We get seated to a table and he politely sits down after me. I smile at him. He looks so similar but than has so many differences. His hair and eyes for example.

But how Tate' s lips curve into a smile and the dimples on his cheeks that follow. When I look closely I see freckles I haven't noticed on him before. But sooner than later the freckles disappear, the dimples that which marked his face are suddenly gone, and the mood settles in.

I need to stop doing this to myself but how can I stop? How will I stop when Drew is all I think about?

Why did he have to break up with me?

"What was that?"

I look and see Tate' s chocolate brown eyes look at me. I nod at him and then giggle the slightest, "what?"

"It's just you said something but it wasn't loud enough for me to hear," he states as his fingers unfold the  napkin holding the silverware. I watch him as he takes it away and puts the napkin on his lap. He waits for an answer but I don't know how to fully explain what I am feeling and what I said to him.

He can't possibly know.

"Right," I hesitantly say, "I was just saying why did you bring me here?"