My First Story- be kind
He missed the feel of her, the pressure that she made. It happened without his knowledge, but without that feel there he felt empty.
He thought that he would just go back to his life before her. There would be a few memories but nothing that he wouldn't be able to forget.
She dropped out of school so he would not see her there, and she didn't go to the bars and clubs that he did. Out of sight out of mind.
He didn't need a girlfriend just a girl when he was lonely or drunk.
He didn't think that feel that pressure mattered in the relationship but now he craved for it.
To be able to put his fingers thru hers or to give her small touches as they went thru out the day together. To sit at dinner and play with her hair, he missed it.
He had tried with other girls but it didn't feel the same. He hated to touch them almost as much as he hated their touch on him. Their touch was needy and for the wrong reasons. They wanted something from him that he could not give. They had heard that he finally had a girlfriend and wanted to be the next and all that goes with it. They had heard about the Birkin bag, the others wanted that more then himself.
There would never be another girlfriend that wasn't her. He had been so happy with her. There was never a time that he didn't want her, while they had been together, he still wanted her. Not even just for the sex, he wanted her.
As he lay in his bed, he could still smell her on his pillow. He hadn't had another girl in his room since her. She fit so well in his arms, like they were made to fit perfectly. He missed the feel of her.
With her it hadn't been sex it had been love. He was more experienced then her but that didn't matter because when they were together it was perfect. Each time was passionate and new. Fun and challenging. He wanted her. He missed her and only her.
He missed the playful banter, and intelligent conversation. They could discuss anything for hours, but maybe they weren't talking about what mattered.
They should have talked about important things. Things like her mom and her dropping out of school. He did not want to pressure her into something that she didn't want. He wanted her happy and in his life.
When she had left she took a piece of himself with her. A piece that she owned from the first moment that he saw her. A piece that she never knew that she had. A piece that she would have forever, his heart.
She moved her hand over to the other side of the bed, looking for his warmth. Her hand just encountered cold sheets. She sat up in bed when she remembered that he wasn't there. He hadn't been there.
She missed him, more then she let herself believe. She missed his crazy stories and the crazy things that he and she did together. She missed the times that they wouldn't go out but just sit in quiet. She missed the talking.
Missing him was like a slow ache in her heart. She things that if she did nothing about it, it would still always there, but if she let it, it would consume her entire body.
When she had been with another it had been clumbsy and not satifying. With him it had been perfect. They had been making love and everything had stopped. Only they had existed and she had never felt more treasured. It had been magical and beautiful, fun and playful. And had filled her in a way that she didn't know she was empty
She had been in love before, but never like this. This love could have been forever.
It been weeks now and still ache maybe greater then it was. She misses the entire pressure and feel of his presents.
She knows that she will never be the same, that he took a part of herself with him. A part that she never wants back from him. A part that she had never given so entirely before to anyone else. He knows that he has a least a small part of it, but he doesn't know that he has the entire thing, her heart.