There's a boy in my room

Every day I recall how things were. How he'd come into my room as I sit there, either studying or simply watching TV shows on my computer. He'd close the door slightly and walk towards my bedside with that glistening smile and the most mesmerizing look in his eyes. He'd look straight at me, and as soon as I caught that glimpse, my heart would plummet. As he approached, my heart would shudder, crumbling as he drew nearer...anticipating the touch of his hand on my head, simply to say Hi. He'd then hold me for a few seconds, sending me into a free-fall. Then he'd leave to hang-out with my brother.

After a while though, the visits to my room lasted longer. We spoke more, laughed more, we got to know each other and grew closer. Neither of us could deny what we felt, we didn't want to waste time guessing what was going on...we felt what we needed to feel, knew what we needed to know, and I just followed his lead. We held nothing back and experienced each other in ways I couldn't even imagine. Things took a turn for the worst and I lost him. For good.

All I have left are the ashes of what we once had. The memories seared into my heart, surfacing everyday, slowly killing me inside.