He walked past me and I thought he hadn't seen me standing there, but I could feel his eyes on me. He was stealing glances at me. I could tell. Inside my heart I had always somehow known there was something still there. We were apart for so long and I had disappeared for quite awhile, and now that I was back, I knew his heart was confused. It was confused because it still held a space for me. Deep down inside, I still had a place in his heart.

This news was incredulous. I just couldn't believe all these years he still made a place for me. I too had a piece of him tucked away in my heart. I didn't know where, but it was definetely there, wanting some closure. Wanting….him. Wanting to feel that place in his heart that held my face. My touch. My voice. It all made me smile. It made me think about who he was. It made me think about what it was like to be his. What it was like to be held in his arms. What it was like to have his large green wandering eyes on me. It felt…good.

Almost too good.

I wanted to cry, to scream, to shout, to whimper, to yell, to force every single damned emotion out of my system. Just to wonder what it was like to be on the verge of sanity again. I wanted to feel like I was going crazy. I wanted…I wanted to just be in love again.

I began to wonder maybe if I was selfish. Selfish for just leaving him all those years ago because of reasons we both couldn't speak of.

No.

NO.

I had not been selfish.

We both had been selfish. Disbelieving.

Just..

Naïve.

We were incredibly naïve then and I wondered if my love had grown for him over the years. The first few months after I had left the pain was too unbearable to live through, but somehow, I had. Then over a span of two years, our love seemed to have withered away.

But perhaps it wasn't love.

Perhaps it was just a great amount of lust and nothing else but that.

Perhaps now we could really love each other.

I thought about this for what seemed to be years while I just stood there and stared at him. But instead, it had just been a few mere seconds. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on, flashed me a quick smile, and walked away.

And somehow he knew I would follow.

And somehow he knew it would all be okay again.

Somehow…

He had known.

He had known I was thinking about him all these years.