It's been 10 years.. 10 fucking years and when I see him I can still feel it, I can feel everything. The gentle passionate kisses he placed on my lips, his soft hands all over my body, his love. His blue eyes carved deep in my brain and everytime I see him with her it feels like I've been shot in the heart, but I know that he isn't happy. This isn't what he wants.. The pain in his eyes when he talks to me about his family.. But the love and lust he has in his eyes when he looks at me. It's so different yet it feels like I'm home. We're home.