I loved the way you looked at me like I was the only one in the room,
I loved the way you grabbed me below my hips making me laugh until I felt consumed,
I loved the way your lips pressed against my cheek giving me knowing you were truly the only one would could make me so weak,
I loved my courage in knowing if my forever was spent with you, I’d be more than fine.
Oh how I loved you, oh how I cared every move you made, I was always there no matter where.
You told me we were okay, we were good all the days, but then there was a day with no calls and no texts, oh what a day.
I texted and texted “hi baby are you okay?”
Read 3:45pm
“what’s wrong?? why aren’t you answering me?
i’m so worried baby we haven’t talked all day :(”
Read 3:56pm
“Baby?”
Read 4:04pm
I worry and I worry pacing back and forth, waiting for him to call me
Henceforth, there must be a reason, he never before wanted to worry thee.
I lay on my bed thinking of our last conversation, our last “I love you”
“Something must be going on today he will text me soon” I say
No words, no calls, not one text,
silence.
silence.
silence.
beep. beep. beep.
A picture, one single picture that was sent through a friend,
that was just the beginning of my end.
I lay on my bed once again not in worry or in fear,
For I knew he was safe,
I just now knew I wasn’t the only one,
she was in my place.
-he wasn’t my baby anymore