Memories. A Short Story.

I loved this man. He took my breath away. It was the way he looked into my eyes. The small scar above his upper lip. The softness of his lips. It was his intoxicating scent that lingered on my clothes after we parted.

It was the way he interlocked his fingers with mine as we bustled through a crowd. The reassuring look in his eyes. He was my protector.

It was his enthusiasm as he cheered for his team. The way he bounced up and down when they scored the winning touchdown. The intensity of the hug that I'd get just because they won. It was his patience in teaching me about the game.

It was his sincerity and his sensitivity. The tears that we shared during hard times. The way he comforted me on gloomy days and gently reminded me to smile.

It was the way he whispered "I love you" in my ear. The way he laid his head in my lap as we watched my favorite show. The way he flirtatiously poked me in the side. The way that he jumped when I lightly brushed his neck with my fingertips. The way he ran his fingers through my hair. It was that smile. That smile that made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

It was just being in his presence. The way he held me. His heart softly beating as I lay my head on his chest. The moments that were so perfect that there were no need for words.

I loved this man and I still do. I hope that he still loves me too.