He was funny, smart, and wonderful. Always kind and gentleman-like. Why was I thinking these things as I was going to break up with him? I know he's waiting just down that hall, I can't chicken out now. But I know I'll miss the good-morning texts he sends me, he's never missed a single day. And the muffins he sometimes brings over on Sunday mornings. I caught a smile on my face that I quickly lost. No, it's been too long, I've gotten too involved with him. I've never let someone in so much, he's got too big of a hold on me.
There he was. Standing by the wall, as usual, staring off into space. He looked around, caught my eye, and smiled that beautiful, familiar smile. He walked over, his blue eyes sparkling, "Good morning." He said, then paused, his smile fading a bit and his brows furrowing, "Is something wrong?"
I looked up at him, genuine concern on his face. "No, nothing's wrong." I guess I could live like this a bit longer. I smiled and gently took his hand.
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