Middle

one

Closing my eyes, savoring the moment as we sway slowly like a typical high schooler in a long night of the promenade.

Your smell.

It has always been the most pleasuring smell for me. Like you were the most beautiful flower that the scent lingers to my nose, to my lungs, down to my heart.

I used to be the only one you think of everyday.

I used to be the one who makes you smile.

I used to be the one whom you'll run to when everything goes wrong.

I used to make you happy.

I used to be the person who makes those butterflies flutter.

I used to be the most beautiful creature in those pair of brown eyes.

I used to be the reason why.

I was the center of your everything.

You used to call me in the middle of the night and say the words.

We held the whole world in the middle of our clasped hands.

Tasted the sweetness of the world in the middle of our kiss.

I smiled as I remember those.

It's the best.

It used to be.

I didn't know I was dancing alone, until I opened my eyes, looked everywhere and found no signs of you.

Not even your shadow was there.

Not the beautiful soul you used to show me everyday.

Not the eyes I used to drown myself into.

Not the smile I fell and will always fall for over and over.

Not the warm hand I used to hold on to in a cold breeze of the night.

Not even the soft heart I used to take care of was there.

You're not there.

And I'm afraid I'll never find you again.

Because you left me, swaying all by myself.

You left me in the middle.