It was the lack of eye contact that drew me in. What felt like decades later, it was the abundance of it that kept me.
I cared for him.
Not able to decipher my own emotions, I doubted myself for ever being able to account for his.
Hatred for myself coursed through my veins as I tried my hardest to be able to give and receive love.
Wishing upon the thousands of moon that lay in the sky at night, I dreamed of a love. A long lasting love that would come from him and only him.
No matter how cold my heart seemed, it was melting without him