author - "Lauren Myska"
I knew he was out there somewhere; I miss the way he held me that night, the way his skin felt on mine, the way we burned for each other’s touches. Our last night together. But that was almost 5 months ago. Perhaps he found someone new, maybe someone different. Someone with a better fashion sense and high esteem. I had nothing to offer him or anyone else. The last thing I had going for me I gave to him that night. he said I was his first but the talk of the town said otherwise. I had hoped he didn’t forget about me and said his prayers.
I reluctantly got up from my comfortable spot on the couch and went to the junk drawer in the kitchen to find a flashlight. Once I found a big enough light, I walked upstairs to the attic door. I shivered as my hands touched the cool metal, Beads of sweat collected on my forehead as I knew what I was about to walk into. Pushing open the door, I slowly stepped into the complete darkness. Drafts of wind blew from different directions as I walked through the room. I could smell the mothballs and dust collection as I stumbled to find the flashlight, I knew I just held and click on the tiny button.
I knew he was out there somewhere; I miss the way he held me that night, the way his skin felt on mine, the way we burned for each other’s touches. Our last night together. But that was almost 5 months ago. Perhaps he found someone new, maybe someone different. Someone with a better fashion sense and high esteem. I had nothing to offer him or anyone else. The last thing I had going for me I gave to him that night. he said I was his first but the talk of the town said otherwise. I had hoped he didn’t forget about me and said his prayers.
I reluctantly got up from my comfortable spot on the couch and went to the junk drawer in the kitchen to find a flashlight. Once I found a big enough light, I walked upstairs to the attic door. I shivered as my hands touched the cool metal, Beads of sweat collected on my forehead as I knew what I was about to walk into. Pushing open the door, I slowly stepped into the complete darkness. Drafts of wind blew from different directions as I walked through the room. I could smell the mothballs and dust collection as I stumbled to find the flashlight, I knew I just held and click on the tiny button.