"I sat back up with an overall feeling of melancholy, my body ached and yearned for you to be beside it. To reach out and touch it, just one more time. My heart ached just to see you one more time. Those lips that came to a perfect pout, that hair that highlighted and hid all the right places on your faces, your marble skin. I wanted so badly to have those nights again where we’d sit with two wine glasses, a bottle of cheap champagne and spend the night laughing and carrying on about nothing, while ending the night giving each other small drunk kisses until we passed out for the next morning to catch us in each other’s arms.
Those were the nights we were invincible.
Those were the nights I fell in love with you.
Completely, hopelessly, tragically, dramatically, carelessly, dangerously, painfully, and oh so willingly in love with you.
But I never really told you, did I?”