Go with me.

its to late.

The car ride to the airport was a quiet one as I held your hand in mine.

I see in the corner of my eyes your lips quiver, as if you we’re about to say something that would change my decision.
But the words I was looking for never came out.

We arrive at the airport and things are still quiet.

You approach the ticket counter, the receptionist verifies “Just one ticket correct?”

With a shaky unstable voice you answer “y..yes..” as you look back to me with those eyes full of hope that I would walk over and change my mind about things.

I stood my ground.

We began to take our place on the uncomfortable airport benchs, knowing that the next 30 minutes will drag on to what would seem like days.

We sat there quiet, still with your hand in mine.

Your flight number was announced over the intercom, the moment when we go our seperate ways.

As we hug you attempt to whisper something into my ear.

This was the moment that I was waiting for, what you say right now will determine everything for us. The words that will simply make whatever that had happen between us go away. The words that I was looking for for the past eight months.


“I……love you….”

Not the answer I was looking for.

I give you a kiss, and I let go of your grasp.
As you walk towards the terminal gates a whole swirl of emotions run through me.
The whole image of you walking away seemed so surreal to me.
You turned around the corner and is no longer in my eyesight.

I let out a tear, and said to my self.

“All you had to do is say sorry.”

hardm.

I miss how you would always cover my eyes from behind, and play “Guess who?” Even though I always know it’s you, I play along because once I turn around to see you, I get the same cute look on your face every time.
You scrunch your nose and close your eyes as you purse your lips.

The look you only gave me. And you told me this.

I miss the way you held my hand. It tells me what you feel at that exact moment. The feeling of security. The feeling of fear. When you want me to hold you closer. When you want me to let you go on your own.

The hands only I get to hold. And you told me this.

I miss the way you hugged me. It told me what you needed. When you need someone to keep you warm on a cold night. When you need someone to hold after a fight with your mom. When you wanted everything to get better just by a simple touch.

The hugs only I get to have. And you told me this.

I miss the way you kissed me. It showed me your passion. How much you wanted me. How much you needed my affection. How much you needed everything around us just to dissapear just for a few seconds. And no matter how old I get, your kisse’s on my bruises make the pain go away.

The kisses only I get to have. And you told me this.


What I hated.

I hated the way you lied to me. The way you hid someone else 3000 miles away. The way you made me think that you wanted to be with me forever. The way you stopped me from moving with you to New York to convince your mom to let us stay together.

But what I hated most.

Realizing that the way you smiled, held my hand, gave me hugs, and your kisses was being shared with another guy.

That's why it’s so hard to make my decision right now.

they make my weekends.