Since my last one seemed to go over pretty well, here's another. Written about 2 and a half years ago, when my ex-girlfriend and I had just broken up. I found out a week later that she had been seeing someone else for two months before we broke up.
Coincidentally, we now live together with two other friends. The past is the past. I forgive, but never forget.
Her hand reaches over and touches the nape of my neck. It’s hard to see through the darkness the envelopes the room. There’s a sense of loneliness in the way she pulls me closer. Her lips press up against mine. I fill up on bated breath and anticipation. My heart is there, but my head is a million miles away. She whispers something that I can hardly hear. Does she confess too much for me to comprehend? No matter how much we fit together like puzzle pieces, our edges weren’t meant to stay connected.
It’s hard to sleep alone now.