Walking to the building it was quiet, and awkward. Remembering the times where it seemed we were best friends. We all laughed and then fell quiet again. As we go our separate ways and I pull her in, I get the hint smell of a drunken night turned morning. It was a time when all I wanted was him. A time I would never get back. . .
Last night, I held on especially tight to Heart Eyes. And as I laid there I could here Abby's breathing, it sounding of only one certain person's breathing. I sighed, just as I would any other night I was with him. But it wasn't that content, I'm happy with this sigh. It was a lonely, only I would miss that breathing, kind of sigh. I thought I could slowly let go of even the smallest of things. But it still hits me hard, like a slap across the face. You won't forget those moments! They're engraved in your memory with no chance of escaping.
But what I would do just to hold her. . .
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