“I…I guess I have to leave.” I looked at her sitting next to me, her hands in her lap, staring straight ahead.

            “Ok…umm...yeah.” I ran my fingers through my short black hair and stood up.

            She stood after me and shuffled her feet, looking straight at the ground.

            “Hey…whats up?” I gently brought her face up to mine and her eyes looked sad and far away, “You ok?”

            She smiled, “Yeah.”

            On reflex I reached over to hug her and she sank into my arms. Her body was so warm against mine, so soft and comforting. I leaned my face against her hair and smelled her shampoo. The calm scent of lilacs hovered about me. Why did I still love her after all she’d put me through? Why did I still feel things for her?

            “I missed you.” I whispered to her, hugging her harder.

            “I missed you, too.” She pulled away from me abruptly and turned away from me, “Your girlfriend wouldn’t like this.”

            My girlfriend? I’d forgotten I even had one. Just seeing her after all this time…it brought back so many memories. Who am I fooling? She probably doesn’t even care about me any more. She was probably being nice and hugged me back because she felt sorry for me. How could I ever be foolish enough to think that she could love me again.

            I turned my back to her and sat back down on the sofa. I heard her sign and walk away. Then, just as she was on the top stairs leading out of the basement, she whispered her last goodbye.
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Why was I always so nervous around him? Why was I afraid to make a mistake, to say the wrong thing? I wouldn’t even look at him. I was too scared that his eyes would shatter my heart.

            I stood to leave and he reached over and embraced me, his arms so strong, pulling me into his safe grasp. I leaned into him and wrapped my arms around him. God, I wished I could stay like that forever. Why had I left him? Why had I broken his heart- and mine? Looking back, I didn’t even remember. I wished I could turn back time but I knew it was impossible.

            I heard him whisper that he missed me and I said I missed him back. It would have given me the greatest feeling in the world to know that he had meant it, but I knew he would never care about me again after what I did. And it wasn’t like we could just start dating again…he had a girlfriend. I pulled away from him when I remembered, and turned my back to him, ashamed that I had hugged him when he had a girlfriend that had probably been ten times more loyal to him than I had.

            The sofa squeaked as he sat down on it and I sighed. Walking away, I wished he could give me another chance. A third chance. I wished he could love me again. I said goodbye to him and went back to my house where I just cried. I cried and let go of all the hope trapped inside me. I let is all escape until there was nothing left. I knew I would never see him again.