You laughed as your friend twirled you around and then pulled you in again. With his hand on your waist and the other holding yours lightly, you both glide across the room to the sound of Ed Sheeran's "Perfect". Slowly, you both sway to the gentle beat, making small talk when suddenly, he's there.
He stands next to your friend and stares. His dark brown eyes causing mini tornados in your stomach. You continue talking to your friend, pretending that you can't see him when he's all that occupies your mind's eye. It's as if he's trying to listen in. Trying to find a way into the conversation. Trying to get your attention back on him. Only him. Just like it had been for months. Just as it has always been.
You finally allow yourself to look at him directly, taking in breathes slowly so to not alert him to the fact that his mere presence around you takes your breath away.
"Need something?" You ask. He says nothing. Only stares. The song ends a few seconds later and almost immediately you are yanked from your friend's arms. He pulls you away and tells you that it's time for pictures and then walks away, leaving you alone. You stand there,watching him walk away. Trying to convince yourself that the possessive, jealous look that was on his face was anything but that because he didn't care, right? He didn't love you anymore. He loved her now. He moved on. He did not love you.
Right?
