I would have loved loving you
It's been a month since you left me and I'm still not okay. I act like I'm fine and I act like I don't even like you anymore, but it's all a lie. I'm not okay. I still can't forget the way you touched my face when we were laying on your bed then just let your hand drop when I looked at you that last day we were together after all the awkwardness. Or how before we walked out of your room to leave, you touched my side real lightly and I turned around and you looked like you really wanted something, but you didn't do or say anything. I still wonder why you did that. Did you want to kiss me? Did you have something to say? Why did you do that?