Prologue
He is so handsome. Too handsome. His eyes. His stubble. His hair. Yes, his hair. It is longer. Almost as long when they first met. She wants to brush it from his eyes, run her fingers through it, stroke it. He looks so much better than she remembered, so much better than when they last met.
It was about a year ago. She was so excited to see him, to talk to him, to joke with him. They went for a walk in Central Park. It was the most beautiful place in New York in the fall and it was the place that brought back the greatest memories of their lives... The memories of the time they were in love.
But everything had changed. They weren't together anymore. They didn't work at the same studio day after day. They didn't even call eachother at least once a week like they used to. Their conversation was weird, awkward even. They were avoiding certain subjects, especially those that concerned their new partners. Talking and listening about them would have hurt too much. So, they made small talk and often fell into uncomfortable silence during their walk. When they finally said their goodbyes and promised to see eachother soon Kelly knew it wouldn't happen. They were slipping away from eachother.
Since that day, Kelly spent countless nights thinking about why things went the way they were now. Was it her fault? After all, she was the one, who suggested their break up one late summer night over two years ago. She asked him to move on. Although, she didn't expect him to do it so fast. That was the thing that hurt the most. It made her question him, his feelings and more importantly... It made her question them.
Them.
Kelly missed them.
She missed him.
She missed his touch. Yes, his touch. No man had ever made her feel the way Matt did. She still felt tingles on her back when she remembered how he would wake her up in the mornings. He would start by kissing her neck, then move on to her shoulder blades, continuing his sweet torture on her lower back...
She missed their late evenings together. They would drink a whole bottle of red wine and practice different accents. Kelly would laugh uncontrollably over his bad imitation of an Irish accent until Matt would stop her by locking their lips passionately.
Most of all she missed those warm nights, when he would think she's asleep and he would hold her so tight she could hardly breathe whispering to her ear: „I will always love you!"
But he didn't. He moved on. Even after he jumped off the relationship wagon about six months ago he still kept moving. He didn't ask Kelly to take the ride with him. He didn't ask her anything at all.