When He Leaves.

He left me yesterday... But I can still feel him touching me. We were so on fire, we could have ignited the sky. The way we moved you would've thought there was a single mind somehow placed into two bodies. No awkward moments, just passion. I done things I wouldn't have ever done with anyone else, except him. It just felt so real. I wanted him, right then. You would have thought that we were a couple from the way he fell asleep on my lap as I played with his hair. But, we're not. We were at one time though. Then, it ended. So, every once in awhile we hangout for hours at a time and fell these feelings once more. It happened last night, it was perfect. But, it was far too amazing to last. As I said before, he left me. All alone, with no one to feel close to when he's gone. I can still smell him on the blanket we shared. It lingers with me for a few seconds, then disappears just like he did. I don't like it. Once I finally feel like its going to stay, its gone in seconds. It hurts, even more every time. I need him. Right now more than ever. But it's not going to happen, I need to give up. But it's that one little spark of hope that maybe he'll fall in love with me again that keeps me going. </3.