Excerpts from a book I haven't written.

blood.

i'm not gonna say i'm over her, because i'm not. it's gonna take time, but i'm gonna do it. i think it really hit me when she told me about that weekend with him. i knew she liked him. a lot. but she still kissed me. not once. not even twice. a countless amount. but it doesn't matter. i know no matter how many times i wish for her to choose me, she never will. if he makes her happy, that's great. even though it makes me shake and cry in the middle of the night. that's alright though. i just hope she never forgets the way i touched her. the gentle way i'd hold the side of her face while kissing her and the way i would trace her jaw when we'd pull away. or how whenever one of us would put on chapstick, we would have to share. i hope she never forgets the way she'd pull me down by my shirt or say "come back" when she wanted another kiss. i hope when she's with him she tastes me like blood in her mouth. even though she chose him, i hope that no matter how much time passes, she'll never forget the way i made her feel. because i never will.