November 28, 2016

Sometimes I'd look at him and he'd look at me and we'd just know, you know? Our eyes spoke more than our mouths ever did. Some of his glances said "I want you right now" and others  said "it's okay, I'm here", but as time passed by they turned into looks of "I miss you too" and "I'm sorry we couldn't fix things."
"He still asks about you, you know."

She gets a spang of longing and hurt in her chest, "I know."

She whispers, "do you ever think about getting in contact again?"

She's silent for a moment.

"...I would love nothing more than to run to him," she says, smiling, thinking back to him. "...But so much happened. So much hurt. I was broken after it ended. I can't risk having to say goodbye again, it destroyed me for a long time. So, would I want to? I would love nothing more. Will I? No."