I Don't Know How To Feel

"I'm sorry, but you can't just come into my life and think you're gonna fix everything, you can't! This isn't a movie." I cried out.

"And I'm not saying it is. Heather, I can help you, you just have to trust me." He said softly, despite my furious tone.

"I'm messed up okay! Fucking messed up! And-and you're a great person, you're kind, friendly, you're always happy," I started to tear up. "I wonder what it feels like."

"What?" He looked into my sparkling eyes.

"To be happy, how does it feel like being happy? I can't remember." I managed to get the words out of my mouth before sobbing. Miles looked at me with deep concern in his eyes before reaching out to me in a tight embrace. "It's one of a kind. When you're happy, feel alive...and that's what I want you to feel." He said.

But how could he possibly say he wanted me to feel? I had not felt since forever. Like I didn't know how to be happy, I also didn't know how to feel. I was always numb, so what was he saying? Suddenly, before I could ask myself another question, I feel his soft lips press onto mine, his hands on my waist as he pulled me closer to him. After believing that I wasn't dreaming, I kissed back, hanging my arms around his neck. Never in my life have I felt what I was feeling right now.