I think for a moment about what he is talking about. It finally hit me what he was talking about and I turn back to him. I slowly lean in and passionately kiss him.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart -Winnie the Pooh
I flash another smile and close my eyes, a slow ache coming to my head. No images pass before my eyes, but an indescribable warmth fills my chest, branching out and through my veins.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Nostalgia turns into sadness, and I feel as if a gaping hole was left in my chest when she pulled away. Swallowing, I open my eyes and look at her. I missed her. I missed someone I can't remember.
"Don't leave me," I whisper. "I don't want to be alone anymore."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside