I was really only
coming to your house that night...to
pick up my movies and a few sweatshirts I left there. I
wasn't looking for a
conversation. I wasn't searching for one last
good-bye kiss. You had moved on, and I had convinced myself that getting back my stuff... was the last step, and then I too would move on. But as I
grabbed the movies off the shelf and turned to face you for the last time... I felt my heart start to beat faster and the
butterflies I kept telling myself weren't there...started to
make me smile. And as you came
closer my palms started sweating. It was
like...the past month, we had forgotten what we made. What we had.
And in a matter of minutes, it came back to us. As you put your
hand on my face and we kissed...I felt like my heart, slowly became
unbroken...and all the tears, were suprisingly
worth it...and I realized
that maybe losing you was what I
needed... to show myself that...you truly are my everything...and then baby,
we fell completely in love with eachother...all over again.
