I spy him from across the bar. The familiar eyes, the warm smile, the way his hair curls slightly at the bars of his glasses. It's all too real.
"I want you to tell me you love me! Not her!"
He looks at me. He looks shocked.
"How can I do that? How, when you're hurt so bad? How can I try and fix what I broke?"
Will he cross over to me? Am I going to? I look into the ice cubes of my drink, toying with them.
"You can fix it by just telling me you love me, that you love me and that she is nothing and that the kiss you had was nothing!"
My hands shake. I'm scared. I haven't felt this way since I first got feelings for him. He's crossing over to me.
"It was nothing but a kiss, but why did I do it in the first place?"
we're standing face to face. his freckles are all still there. his eyes the same brown.
"You're lying to me."
"I could be."
"Why do you play this with me?"
"I think it's time we stop seeing each other."
I have no words for him. He has none for me.
"I love you."
"I have to go."
"Please don't go. I love you."
"I'll send for my stuff."
"Please....I love you so much."
He's kissing me, and I want to pull away, but I find myself lost in him again. I hate myself for it. But he feels so good, so soft, so familiar.
"Please, please don't go...I need you."
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