I handed him the bag of t-shirts looking up once more at him, the boy I was so in love with. I watched as his blue eyes filled up with tears. Before I could say more, even see more, I turned around, the memories flooding in. The small butterfly kisses that made me feel loved to the burning passion kisses that meant so much more. Being held in his arms made me feel safe, loved, and wanted. His whispering voice, "I love you. We'll get through this together. I'm never leaving you." Little did I know he would give up and in time the boy that I loved was able to build up my world and make it come crashing down just as hard. Yet what hurts the most is I'll never love a soul as much as I love his...
~Forever and Always Fav
