Nothing will ever be the same. Everything was perfect. It was the night we met and the way that the wind sung through the leaves of the orange tree we lie below, the sun setting into its orange hues. Or maybe how the deep blueness in your eyes pulled me in like the glistening ocean waves. But only if we were to meet again...
Nights are becoming darker now. Or maybe they have always been like this and I just have not been awake to see. You see, I haven't been able to sleep for months now. I wonder where you are. Where you've been.
Where have you been? How have you been? I've been wondering these things for a while. Have you found someone new? Have they made you feel the way I used to? Do you still think about me? I still think about you. I remember your smile. I see it in my sleep. I see it on everyone I meet.
You'd think it would make me happy to see you everywhere. But it really just makes me sad. Because it isn't you. It will never be you.
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When You're Gone
Short StoryI am trying my best to get more put into this story but have had a lack of inspiration lately so I'm posting what I have so far. 💕