Last Goodbye (in progress)

Intro

I found myself waiting by my phone at the end of the day, waiting for your message. Everyone time my phone lit up I hoped it was you.

Everyday I walked around the silent corridors at school wishing to see your face. To see your bright smile, your vibrant blue eyes or your you dirty blonde hair.

I wanted to hear your voice ring in my ears or your laugh bounce around the room. I wanted to feel your hand intertwined in mine or your arm brush up against my own.

I wish I could feel your hot breath against my flesh when you breathed or watch your mouth curl into a smile when I said something dumb.

I wish I could've said goodbye, or told you I loved you before you slipped away. Sometimes things don't work out. I just wish I could see you just one last time.