The next morning, I woke up feeling quite joyful. I reached for Damian, but he wasn’t there. His side of the bed felt cold, as though he hadn’t even slept there. Could he not just wait until I woke up before he went home? I thought to myself. Disappointment settled in my heart, but I shook it off. I couldn’t expect him to love me again after only meeting me for two days..
But he made love to me. If he was still the same Damian as he was five years ago, then that meant he still loved me, didn’t he? I pondered about it for a while but brushed it away, not wanting to get my hopes up. I went to my bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. I didn’t want to take a shower yet, still wanting to smell like him.
