Last Kiss

            We've all gone through break-ups and make-ups. Times where you argue with your boy/girlfriend yet know everything will be fine...... Except this time it was different. This time you have that feeling in the pit of your stomach. That feeling of knowing somethings gonna happen. You start to tear up but he/she reassures you that everything's fine. You toss and turn all night. Days pass and you don't get a phone call, not even a text.... Before, every morning you'd wake up to a "good morning sweetheart" text, or a "Can't wait to see you today."  Now ..... well, now all you get are voice mail's and brief hi's and bye's. Everything's different, nothing is like it was. And then one day he/she tells you those four words you've been dreading... "We need to talk." Your stomach sinks, your heart beat races, and every memory you've had together runs through your mind. Your eyes water up but you hold back the tears  ......... It's over.
           Since that day, everything's gray. Nothing has color, and nothing makes sense. Three years together and just minutes to end it. You begin to run through every memory to see what happened. How did it come to this? Was it sudden, or was there signs? Could you have prevented this? So many questions, but no answers to fill them. Crying yourself to sleep is the norm and every sad song  you own is on replay.... Those types of songs that can describe what you're feeling at that exact moment. Those types of songs that makes you want to rip your heart straight out of your chest to stop all the pain. Yea.... We've all been through that. The depression stage. Where everything reminds you of him/her. Where we talk to his/her friends to see what he/she's up to, how he/she's been, and if he/she's moved on. No matter how much we try to stay away, there's always that one photo we refuse to throw away. You never thought that the last kiss would be THE last kiss. The last of them all. The would of, could of , should of scenarios run through your brain.... but its too late. It's more than over, its finished.
         Months pass and eventually that wound begins to heal. No more crying yourself to sleep and no more urgency to hear his voice. That deep rooted wound is now just a mere scar being healed. Your days now have some colors and your playlist doesn't consist of any songs that remind you of Love. You feel like you have moved on, you feel accomplished. Three months of healing and you feel you deserve a reward, a night out, a day to restore your social life. All your friends miss you, all your friends are excited for tonight. And right when your laughing your heart away at something that just happened, you open your eyes &look to the distance... Your heart stops ....It's him. Yes, it's him, you remember his face, his eyes, and whats more astonishing is that and he's staring right back at you with eyes of joy.... You both smile and look away. Your day just became gloomy yet still with color. It's raining, but not over you, you're crying, but your happy........ You just began to live. 

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