Oh how many times did I press that number.
Even after you gave me your keys , I always loved pressing the number. The anticipation went up as the elevator rose up 1 level at a time.
Looking down the corridor, passing each of the white doors at a time, I see you waiting. At the doorway, with the sweetest smile on your face. And you always gave me a hug and a kiss, before asking me how my day was.
But last night, it felt more like a death row. I've battled my fear of wanting to see you, against how much of a bad idea it is. I wanted to turn around and walk away to the exit, because I didn't want to know what was waiting for me.
Your arms are not the same. You are not the same anymore.
You said you miss me.
But I know you don't love me anymore. You don't even need to tell me, I can tell.
You just confirmed me that everything I thought, I expected, were right.
Oh how much I wish I could be happy again.
To be happy with you again.
The words of your friends hurt me. I didn't realise you still haven't told them. I wanted to shout out
"we are not we anymore, it's him and I"
I love you. But I know, it is time to let go.
