And it was perfect.
Disclaimer: I just wish I owned Grey's Anatomy, but I don't.
And so she kissed me.
And it was sweet.
And it made me tingle all over like I thought it would.
And when we woke up, it was perfect.
With the sun streaming in through the windows, with light hitting the just the right spots, and the blankets and sheets tangled and warm.
And it was perfect.
She was breathing in my ear, and it was perfect.
And I just stared at her porcelain face and when her eyes fluttered open, she did not look surprised to see me staring back at her.
And that was perfect.
But then I felt the rush of emptiness.
And I tried to fight it off by closing my eyes again and pretending it wasn't there.
She was in love with him, not me.
Yet I am still completely in love with her.
She smiles and asks me what's wrong and uses her fingers to try to change my mouth into a smile.
And so I smile for her and say its nothing. A big fake smile. And she gives my leg a nudge with hers and gets up to take a shower.