The last week we dated was when I was the most confused and sad. On Monday, before the start of last period was the last time I would receive your hug. On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday was filled with you avoiding me, and me wanting you to come back to me. Our constant texts to each other had already stopped. And on Friday, we met up for the last time before school. You know, I always woke up early and tried to eat breakfast as quickly as I could, most of the time missing half my breakfast in an attempt to catch the earlier bus so that we could meet up before school and walk to school together, sometimes hand in hand. That's something else I miss; your warm, inviting, big hands that made mine seem small and child-like. I'd always imagined them to caress my cheek before you kissed me, but once again, my dreams were shattered just like that.
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My Love With You
Romance"Maybe I was just desperate to get into a relationship. It was the first time somebody had liked me and considered dating me. The problem was that I liked you back. Perhaps, I was a simple game to you. I now spend nights wondering what it was that I...
