Oh, what I would give to sleep in your arms tonight.
~Pintrest~
Ele
Watching him walk away from me felt like rejection. It was unfair to think that, I knew, yet I couldn't help it. I stood there with my heart on my sleeve, watching him walk along the edge of the beach, his hands in his pocket, his shoulder stooped like in defeat, swaying slightly such that his shoes would be buried underwater at times, but he didn't seem to notice; I realized then how much my callousness had hurt him. It didn't matter that I had told him the truth.
"Go back to the house," he had told me, his blank stare grazing my face. I was scared, terrified that he might somehow be angry enough to stop loving me. I couldn't turn back, not yet, so I stood in that position staring at him. I wanted to know what was goi
