HOME | DD

Description
Palms sweaty, hearts racing.  I could never have loved her more than I did then.  She was so perfect, so beautiful.  I looked at her face.  Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright.  I wish I could have loved her more than I did then…

Between the distant sound of him talking into his cell phone and the blindingly bright sun, I was forced to wake up.  I decided not to move yet.  How early was it?  I turned my head to see if he was still there.  Of course he wasn’t.  He was out on the patio on his phone as usual.  I wished he didn’t have to work so much.

I got out of the bed slowly.  It was still too early for me.  My hair was tangled all over the place and my eyeliner from the day before had smudged under my eyes.  I was never the kind of person who woke up already looking perfect.  I was never the kind of person who looked perfect.

My little feet touched the shaggy carpet.  It was always soft, unlike the old, ratty carpet at her place.  I stretched my arms to the side and arched my back as a yawn escaped from my mouth.  That was when I realized that somehow I managed to sleep in one of his shirts.  I held the collar up to my face and breathed in his sent.  It smelled of Old Spice.

When I finally stood up I had to blink a few times to being my sight into focus.  I walked to my mirror, something that seemed so innate now, just to make sure I didn’t look too awful.  He always teased me about that.  He said he didn’t care how I looked.  But what he doesn’t understand is why.  I do it so maybe the next time he says that, he might actually mean it.

I finally walked out of the room.  The angry voice on the cell phone became louder as I came closer.  I smiled and ran faster.  I opened the door only to find the sun brighter, this time it was too much.  I reached out hoping to grasp him, but…

The sounds of his voice faded.  It always ended the same.  My hand fell over to the side, but it was empty.  It had been for a couple of months now.  I had thrown his shirt on yesterday without realizing it and the familiar scent was still there.  I rolled over to the side and opened my eyes slowly.  They were red and puffy from the night before.  All around the room were empty wine bottles.  I didn’t notice them that much.  I reached over and opened the small book that was resting on the other side of the bed.  I opened it and re-read the passage:

Palms sweaty, hearts racing.  I could never have loved her more than I did then.  She was so perfect, so beautiful.  I looked at her face.  Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright.  I wish I could have loved her more than I did then…

I threw the book down onto the bed.  They say there’s always someone in the relationship that loved more.  I just wish that hadn’t been me.

Description
Palms sweaty, hearts racing.  I could never have loved her more than I did then.  She was so perfect, so beautiful.  I looked at her face.  Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright.  I wish I could have loved her more than I did then…

Between the distant sound of him talking into his cell phone and the blindingly bright sun, I was forced to wake up.  I decided not to move yet.  How early was it?  I turned my head to see if he was still there.  Of course he wasn’t.  He was out on the patio on his phone as usual.  I wished he didn’t have to work so much.

I got out of the bed slowly.  It was still too early for me.  My hair was tangled all over the place and my eyeliner from the day before had smudged under my eyes.  I was never the kind of person who woke up already looking perfect.  I was never the kind of person who looked perfect.

My little feet touched the shaggy carpet.  It was always soft, unlike the old, ratty carpet at her place.  I stretched my arms to the side and arched my back as a yawn escaped from my mouth.  That was when I realized that somehow I managed to sleep in one of his shirts.  I held the collar up to my face and breathed in his sent.  It smelled of Old Spice.

When I finally stood up I had to blink a few times to being my sight into focus.  I walked to my mirror, something that seemed so innate now, just to make sure I didn’t look too awful.  He always teased me about that.  He said he didn’t care how I looked.  But what he doesn’t understand is why.  I do it so maybe the next time he says that, he might actually mean it.

I finally walked out of the room.  The angry voice on the cell phone became louder as I came closer.  I smiled and ran faster.  I opened the door only to find the sun brighter, this time it was too much.  I reached out hoping to grasp him, but…

The sounds of his voice faded.  It always ended the same.  My hand fell over to the side, but it was empty.  It had been for a couple of months now.  I had thrown his shirt on yesterday without realizing it and the familiar scent was still there.  I rolled over to the side and opened my eyes slowly.  They were red and puffy from the night before.  All around the room were empty wine bottles.  I didn’t notice them that much.  I reached over and opened the small book that was resting on the other side of the bed.  I opened it and re-read the passage:

Palms sweaty, hearts racing.  I could never have loved her more than I did then.  She was so perfect, so beautiful.  I looked at her face.  Her eyes sparkled and her smile was bright.  I wish I could have loved her more than I did then…

I threw the book down onto the bed.  They say there’s always someone in the relationship that loved more.  I just wish that hadn’t been me.