March- April- May- June
It had been 4 months since I had last seen Taylor, my heart was longing for him.The whole in my chest wripped apart, so much pain I could barely stand to picture his face, implant it in my mind again. Yet whenever I closed my eyes, his beautiful, face would clear out all my worries, putting in new ones. Then there was a knock. As the door opened, the increasing and annoying breath from my lungs grew louder, heavier, harder. It was him. Taylor, in the flesh, was standing at my doorway. His appearence had changed, but 4 months without shaving would do that to a guy.

I couldn’t understand, his sentence had been a whole 4 years, not months. “W-w-what.. how are you here?” He didn’t bother to answer my question, just wrapped his muscular arms around my small body, and kissed my forehead. We stood there, as time passed by.
“I didn’t have the chance to tell you I love you.” He whispered.
I embraced the moment for a while, knowing the police would be after him soon. Soon enough…