Tears spill down my cheeks.
So this is what it's like; to have a broken heart.
I tear apart every note we ever passed; every journal entry I wrote...garbage can. Sitting alone in my room to cry. I lay on my bed and try to weep myself to sleep.
*Knock-Knock-Knock*
My puffy eyes open and stare around. The knocking continues, sound floating from my bedroom window. I sit up and walk over to it. Shock spreads across my face with a hint of a smile. I peer out the window to find warm brown eyes gleaming at me. The brown eyes that sent me straight to heaven. Opening the window, I climb out hesitantly. He lends me his jacket before I can even process why he would be here.
" I needed to see you, I can't shake this off my mind."
Those are the words that sail out of his lips. Stupid lips that kissed her, too. Smart-ass lips that think they're all that...
Cute lips that taste like an ice cream parlor, just as sweet as I use to think he was...when I kissed them. I teared up a little.
"Don't cry...god you're such a dork"
A laugh creeps through me and breaks the too awkward silence. My gosh is he sweet. But I never want to hurt her. We're gettin closer to being real friends..she deserves him more than I could ever deserve, want, or need him. I told him what I felt would make everything better, though I knew I wouldn't be happy.
"I just don't want to hurt anyone. I should never have fallen for you."
He pulls my toward him as I cry just one last time. One last time for my first love. He kisses me quick and soft. My lips are as warm as a new batch of cookies when he moves away. This kiss is just as great as the first one; only it is a sad one, once I see the look on his face. The humble one that would show off all day, the face all the other guys admired, the face everyone loved. He cried with anger I could tell. Just one tear could say it all...but that didn't stop him from saying those words that made me fly up to heaven just one more time.
"Then maybe I shouldn't have either!"
He screamed it. He ran off into the night. Thos words were loud and clear, for my heart to hear as it repaired, still wearing his jacket. I never felt so warm.