Everything that happened in the past few hours replayed itself in my head. I sat on my bed, feeling a strange, hollow void hurting my insides. That was when I realized I missed you. I didn’t think I would, after all I’d gone months without seeing you and I was completely fine. And then you came and left. Suddenly things changed.
The way you threw you head back when you laugh, or when you found my jokes funny, I wanted to relive those moments over and over again. I wanted to see you tomorrow, and the day after that, and the day after that, and all the days after that until I got sick and tired of you. But that wasn’t going to happen.
“Hey, you should try out my cooking sometime. You’d be surprised what a great cook I can be.”
“Yeah, well, I know quite a few girls who cook, so…”
“Am I supposed to be insulted by that?”
You laughed the kind of laughter that was infectious enough to make me laugh along with you.
“I’m just kidding. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try out your cooking. How bad can you be?”
I smiled by myself, alone on my bed with only memories to keep me company.
I wished you could be here, with me.