I can't stop myself from feeling his arms around me. Those wonderfully toned arms embracing me. It sends chills up my spine, remembering the way I felt in his arms. Safe and like nothing was ever going to come between us, I could've lived in his embrace without any worries for the rest of my life. But something did come between us, and we haven't heard from eachother since. And now, all I want to feel is his arms around me again.

I remember the warmth of his body, enclosing mine. Even though it lasted only minutes, it haunts me as much as his deep, clear blue eyes do. I, this wretched being, feel peace only when I think of him. And so, I curse the events that pulled us apart. So, therefore, I curse myself.

I was the reason we slipped apart; it was my doing and my actions that caused it. If only I could have gone back in time, and fixed my mistakes, or stopped myself from doing certain things, we could have still stayed friends. But alas, the formula of time travel is something man is not capable of understanding.

I am the reason we no longer speak on friendly grounds. I am the reason he looks at me in contempt. I am the reason of my wretched feelings. And, yet, I can bear to live on, knowing he at least speaks to me - unfriendly or not. He is oblivious to my love, him, the reason I haven't gone insane or taken my life.

He is my life.

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