but I hate saying Goodbye.

I keep looking over at the bed, but you're not there. It makes me want to cry, but I can't. I can't because, what if this all isn't real? What if it's not meant to be what I want it to be? And if I cry, then that means i'm feeling it. I'm feeling, what I didn't want to feel again... Love.

And then I cry..

A story unravels as I stare into the room. I worked for hours on what I thought was a very important part of my day. I see you as you pull up and my heart jumps, races, then stops. It didn't matter now, appearance. Seeing you, standing there as I walked up, looking into your dark eyes, I remembered..the feeling. I never really forgot, it was more just tucked in a part of my brain, stored I guess would be a better word. I placed it there for a while so that I wouldn't feel it. You see, no matter how great the feeling is, no matter how wonderful it makes you feel. Without you, that feeling, it just isn't real. So I placed it away, where I didn't have to feel it. Then I saw you, I felt you and I needed not to look for that feeling. It came rushing back to me as I stood there in your arms. Nervous? A little. But I couldn't help but smile.