audreyann72
You left August 18th.
I had to let you leave my house, knowing that once you let go of my hand, you would no longer be mine.
I had to watch you get in your car and leave, knowing you were driving off to bigger and better things.
I had to live with the thought of you moving on while I stayed behind.
When you left, you took a part of me with you. A part of me I don't think I'll ever get back.
The icicles began to melt and so did my heart.
“I picked this for you.” he said, as he snapped an icicle off my car.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked up at his incorrigible smile and snow flecked hair and thought “I could get used to this kid.”
The icicles began to melt and so did my heart.
"I picked this for you." he said, as he snapped an icicle off my car.
I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked up at him with incorrigible smile and his snow flecked hair and thought "I could get used to this kid."
In the beginning, it was just a few looks. A few shy smiles and side long glances. He thought I was a cute girl in the band and I thought he was a genius upperclassmen. In the beginning, everything was a lot more simple and I didn't need his '"I love you's" to get me through the day; in the beginning, I knew who I was and what I was doing in this life, but through the course of three years with this man, I'm lucky if I put my shoes on the right foot in the mornings.