Before You Say You Love Me

I stand with Thomas, our hands brushing as we walk down the street. I wish the girls hadn't convinced me to get back on the horse. The horse was bucking, it had no reins and it was entirely outside of my control.
"I can't just forget him," I told Thomas. I could tell by the way he stopped dead in his tracks that he didn't expect my voice in those silent moments.
"I'm not asking you to do that," Thomas turned to me, holding my hands in his, his lips only centimetres from mine.
"Then what was all of this for?" I removed my hands from his, waving them in the air; heart beating faster than it has the entire evening as I feel my self ruin the night.
"To show that even though he is here, you are still loved," Thomas smiled softly at me, I sensed the pity within it, but for a brief moment a warmness filled me. A warmness that I hadn't felt in six months.