Missing Him
As she remembers how she had gazed into his eyes, his beautiful, blueish-green eyes, she feels her heart fill with a painful sadness. It comes to her like a violent kick in the guts: the realisation that there is very little chance of such a perfect moment being relived - and the same goes for the countless other perfect moments she'd shared with him. Her mind is a blur of memories, constantly skipping from one to the other, so quickly that it's almost impossible for her to focus. The butterflies in her stomach as his hand randomly grabbed hold of hers while they wandered an empty street late at night. The sound of his giggle when he caught her in his arms after she'd stumbled goofily over a low wall. The teasing tone in his voice as he mocked her silly choice of phrases. The feel of his lips against hers when he kissed her for the first time... She feels her stomach somersault sharply, and curls herself up even tighter, her arms wrapping around her legs.