"For you," two very simple, very ordinary words but they hold my world in them. It's amazing how two or three words just decide to form a team together and change someone's world.
But however much I try to control my beating heart, or my flush to stop traveling all the way over to my face and give me out, my mind was not listening. It had gone on a miny vacation, a banner hanging "closed until further notice," over the top.
I was trying hard to remember why I came here of all the places, why was I single now, and what he did. But was my brain listening? No, it was too busy imagining different ways to just erase the space between us, to pull him closer, to taste his lips. Does he still smell like oranges? I was dying to take a whiff.
I tell myself it is only because I have been single for quite some time now, and the only relationship I was ever in was with this handsome specimen of a man standing in front of me who by the way is a manipulative jerk.
