Then I came to the point of realization.
It was simple, it all made sense. I was just that boy that she happened to notice running away that day and she was just that girl that I had happened to follow.
now, some might call it fate and perhaps, it could be fate. I know what it really was though. It was desire, it was just a wanting. I was just a temporary individual, the fill of an empty slot and now that she was finished with me. She then proceeded to run.
Too comforted by her presence, followed by the bliss and pleasure. I was blinded.
I would never again feel the texture of her soft skin against mine, I would never again notice the hint of the rosy fragance she would wear occasionally, I could never see her again and that stinged a lot.
