break up
i could feel the warm tears streak down my face.i couldnt believe what i was hearing.
“i think we should just be friends.we can still hang out, but im just not ready yet.im not over her yet.”
i though everything was right.but it wasnt.every look.every touch.every kiss.was all about her.those piercing blue eyes were lying to me.
when i looked in those eyes, i saw love.but it wasnt for me.it was for elisabeth.
he told me he was sorry and that he still loved me and he wanted to be with me but he just couldnt.
i silently cried on the other end of the phone.the distance that had slowly drifted him apart from me was growing bigger.i felt like i was in the ocean and he was being torn from my grasp.i sobbed his name “zack…” and he started to cry.
it made me angry.it made me sad.it made me confused.but most of all it made me desperate for his touch again.i longed to be in his arms.to feel safe again.
but i knew i couldnt.
as we said good-bye, i knew things would never be the same with us.