Standing over the tombstone marked with the name of Peter, I feel my eyes began to water. It wasn't for the thought that I still love him that way but it's just that I knew for a fact, I would never ever forget how it was with Peter. But then, how foolish can I be? I'm making my life miserable because I was too afraid of admitting it to myself that it wasn't Peter's death that made me suffer today... It was my memories of him.
For some twisted reason, I couldn't let go of his picture.
I spent the whole Sunday morning this week, few days after my episode with James that night, figuring out my feelings in front of Peter's grave. James had given me that signature longing look of his the morning after spending that emotional night together and it had made me awaken. With that silent questio
