I watched her silently as she slept, giving in to my desire, the burning need to touch her. I let my hand trail over her silky soft curls, the exact same colour as the sky at midnight.
I had missed her so much, dreamed of her, thought of her every minute of every day, I would pick up the phone to ring her, ask her what she wanted for dinner, to tell her that I loved her or to just hear her voice, only to remember that I couldn't. I hated myself for leaving her, never had I felt so...broken. A part of me had been left incomplete, my soul left as a half of a whole that only she could complete. She had been my first and only love. I could not let her go.
She stirred in her sleep, moaned softly, for a second I thought she had woken up; I panicked, trying to find an excuse, a reason for me to be in her room whilst she slept, but she was still deeply asleep.
She sighed; I wondered what she was dreaming about. Did she call up dreams of our time together as I did? Did she dream about that picnic we had in a deserted field in the middle of summer, the stream trickling gently and the grasshoppers chirping, hidden in the long grass? Did she dream about the late summer evening I had chased her through a wheat field, of how we had laughed and kissed and made love in the long grass?
Did she know how much I loved her? I told her, I had let myself slip and I had told her.
Did she still love me? Was I too late?
"I love you" I heard myself whisper. I should not love her; it was too late for me.
My hand closed around the ring that sat in the pocket of my jeans. Soon, I told myself. Very soon.
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Coming Home
RomanceCassie and Logan once had a perfect relationship before Logan suddenly wanted to break it off. Six months later, Cassie's brother, Jack. goes missing and she only had Logan to turn to for help. As Cassie and Logan struggle with their relationship, t...