Saying goodbye to you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. You told me we would be okay, that 8 months wasn’t forever, that when it got cold again and I came back to you, you would still love me. Everyday feels like forever.
I can’t sleep at night without you there, without your warm body next to mine. You are the only one who knows everything about me – how to make me laugh and when to just hold me tight and not say anything. I miss your smile, your kisses, the way you looked into my eyes and told me you loved me. I miss the way you whispered goodnight, and kissed my shoulder, and I couldn’t wait to fall asleep so I could hurry up and wake up and have another day with you.
But now you’re gone and I’m not supposed to care, or think about you late at night when I feel so alone.
I kissed another boy. His tongue felt strange and he tasted like beer and he tilted his head to the right. I hated it. You know how to kiss me. We learned how to kiss each other and all I want to do is to kiss you again.
214 days. You lied to me. That is forever.