The Way

It was a typical Sunday night. I brushed my cream duvet cover along my bed with my fingertips. I traced the diamond seem-line with my dark red nail. Damn I need to repaint them. The bed sheet felt cold under my warm hand.

"See you later," his perfect smirk permanently etched into my mind.

"We'll see," playing back in my mind, remembering my playful attitude.

I turned my head, still half smirking, not realizing what was happening. My head spun dramatically, the thought still racing in my mind. His warm hand gripped my forearm. He pulled me close; our noses touching, "I forgot to give you something,"

That was when I realized he was going to do what I'd been hoping for for months. It wasn't about my badly chipped deep red nails, it wasn't about my parents arguing earlier that day about money; It was about this exact moment, the way he made me feel.