It was in that moment that I wanted nothing more than to kiss her.
I didn’t though. I felt those lips deserved better than just what I wanted.
They deserved to be kissed with passion coming from both sides. But I knew
she didn’t feel that way, no matter how much I felt my heart needed her.
So I simply asked her for one last request before saying my goodbye.
I asked her to look at me with her beautiful eyes. The most beautiful
eyes I have ever seen. I soaked them in and remembered all the small
moments between us. From the moment in the middle of spring when I
first saw her, and knew she was going to be the girl I’d fall for, to our first
encounter on that early summer morning. All our talks on every
imaginable topic, to that late winter night at a gathering when I found her
shoes under the table when she couldn’t. And finally, to that very
moment in time I’d get to talk with her before she left for her dream.
Times that I’ll always hold dear to my heart because of who I shared them
with. But as I thought back to them, the reality eventually caught up with
me. Then, though I didn’t want to say it, for it was the one thing
I didn’t ever want to say, especially to her, I said goodbye.
