I wrote this for a friend. Hope you guys like it
I remember:
The first time I saw you,
The first time we kissed,
The first time you said ''I LOVE YOU''
And when you walked away from me
The first time time I saw you-
You were in the ER looking for a case. When I saw you, my stomach filled with butterflies, fluttering around like wild. My mind went blank. You were beautiful. Long brown hair tied into a rough ponytail, porcelain skin and bright green eyes that could look through you and into your soul. I didn't know why I was feeling this way. I'd never felt like this about a girl. I tried to do my job but I kept thinking about her. She was etched on my mind.
The first time we kissed-
I looked into your eyes. You cupped my face with your hand. Goosebumps raced up my arms, the hair at the back of head stood up at your touch. You smiled a gentle smile filled with hope. I found myself smiling back despite feeling nervous. Carefully we brought our faces closer. You leaned in almost eagerly, yet slowly. Briefly our lips brushed, I pull back slightly looking into your eyes. Then we gently kissed again this time with more passion. Slowly the kiss softens and our breathing deepens. Together we share a small breathless laugh. You ran your hand through your hair and I looked away, confused, joyful, and full of passion. Did we really just share that kiss?
The first time you said I love you-
We were cuddling on the couch, relaxing after a day of work. You kissed my forehead. "What was that for?" I asked. "I love you," She whispered into my ear. This confection filled me with hope and joy.
And when you walked away from me-
You took all your stuff and my heart and all you left me was a letter.
Dear Alison
I'm terribly sorry I had to do this through a letter; this is not easy for me at all, honestly, as I love you with all my heart. I've been thinking about this long and hard and I've come to the conclusion that I should leave. I don't want to burden you. I can't handle dragging anyone else down with me especially you. You watched your first husband die; I don't want you to go through that again. I don't want you to see me lose control of my body and mind. I care about you so much and that is why I have to leave.
Love, Remy
That night I cried my self to sleep clutching that letter. I loved you and still do.