The Gravity of Us

Months, that's how long it's been. You know, I can still smell that damn Ambercrombie pine musk you wore. God how I miss it now. I can picture your confidence, and how it reflected in your smile: goofy, yet heart stopping. I remember the day you took me star gazing, and blabbed about how you thought the stars represented the future. I remember it all, especially when you said you would fight for us. But you're a liar. I should have known, we lived two different lives. But I chose to trust your words. And then you left me. I alone had to pick up the broken pieces. You let me believe that we had forever. But we had months. Just months, until the gravity of our worlds tore us apart...