I didn't remember exactly when it changed. He was my friend, but then he turned into someone else. I liked him, a lot. He liked me too. He asked me to be his girlfriend. I couldn't be more happier.
One night, when I was about to sleep in my bedroom, I heard someone tapped on my window. I held my breath, a little bit afraid. And there was a whisper, "Open the window, please. It's me." I recognized the voice. It was him. I jumped out of the bed, and open the window. There he was, standing with his perfect smile. I felt my heart skips a beat.
I asked him, "What are you doing?"
"I miss you," he answered.
Then I held his hand, led him into my room. We were lying down in my bed. Sharing pillow and blanket. I kept holding his hand. He held mine tighter. He told me that our hands fit together like puzzle pieces. I felt the same way about it, like they were made for each other. We were talking in whispers, didn't want to wake my parents up. That night, he went home at 4 a.m. There was a smile on my face and hundreds butterflies on my stomach as he was leaving.
***
Here came the other night. I lay myself in bed, reading a book. I heard footsteps. I knew it was him. He did this a lot, sneaking into my room, I mean. I turned over, so my back facing the window. I was pretending to sleep. I liked it when he came and found me asleep, he would whisper in my ears, waking me up and kiss my head. He opened the unlocked window. I never locked it since the first time he came. He walked trough the room, and then I could feel he slipped his body into my blanket. He thought I already fallen asleep. He put his arms around me. I was feeling warm and safe. He wrapped me tighter. I could hear his breath. He kissed my head, a soft and long kiss.
Then, he whispered, "I love you..."
He was holding his words, and continued, "but I love her more."
I wish I misheard that line, but no, it was so clear. I really wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I wish he just left me soon so it didn't really hurt, but there was no sign that he'd leave. He still wrapped me with his arms, it's even getting tighter. This time, there were no butterflies, only storms and hurricanes. I loved him it hurts. I was trying my best to remember this moment, because I knew this would be over soon.
