He picked up the phone to dial. He couldn't remember what he wanted to say. What would she say? Would the words come to him without pause? He had to do something. She had a part of his heart and he needed her to know. Would it change anything, would it change anything?
He felt that only half of himself drifted through his life. He regretted things that he said. He wanted his words back. He also regretted things that he did not say.
He had been drunk; he didn't mean what he had said. He could remember what he had said sentence by sentence, word for word, hurtful thing by hurtful thing.
He maybe didn't want the old but he defiantly wanted the new, the future. Things this time could be different, better.
He didn't want total change, total difference. He just wanted the feel and the presents of her again.
They would talk about important stuff now, this time. He would see that past wrongs were put right.
There would still be the fun and the laughter, the sense of belonging to someone. But there would also be the discussions, the talking and the truth.
He would apologize without question. He didn't mean for it to happen. For a second he wanted to remember what his life was like without the pressure, without her presents.
He knew what it was like, he remembered all too clearly now, the emptiness. He didn't feel whole without her.
Since she had been gone he couldn't capture what he had before her. The parties and the girls. Every girl that he saw wasn't her. Every party didn't have her there. He needed her.
What he needed to say couldn't be said over the phone. He needed to see her, to breathe the same air as her, to look in to her blue eyes. He needed to see the love so that he would have the strength.
This time, this future that they needed to have would be enough as long as it was forever.
Sorry that it is so short. I will hopefully add Rory's side soon. Please read and review (even if it's bad) The more reviews that I get the more encouragement I will have to update faster.