It starts as a nervous flutter in the pits of

your stomach. A phone number dialed and then

a call button never hit. Lingering glances over your

shoulder into the hazel eyes that won't release your

attention. The heat touching your cheeks as you

feel her gaze on you. Spending all your time dreaming

of what could be if you had her.

 

 

Months later the quiet whispers turn into raised

voices. Tears of laughter turn into sobs of silent

sadness. The bed feels cold where she lied just

the night before. Her arms aren't around you anymore,

and you feel so exposed. The air is heavy and you can't

breathe now, not without her here. So you make

the call. Apologize for every word that you didn't mean.

 

 

The next time you see her you don't cry from anger like

so many times before. As you look into those beautifully

sorrowful eyes you remember those times you stared from

afar, wishing she was yours. The force of your relief and fear

bring you to your knees in front of her in surrender. You just hope

she doesn't break you too much when she leaves this time. Warm,

familiar arms encircle your waist and you know you're home.