We were in the same room, but I still missed her so much a moment of broken eye contact sent a deep ache spiraling through my chest. What the fuck did that say about me? When I’m not with her, I wish she were there. When I am with her, I want that moment to last forever. The sweat on my palms intensified. It couldn’t be because…I couldn’t possibly… The past two months raced through my head at warp speed. Everything from Vermont to the other night blurred together into one jumbled stream until cold realization rattled my lungs. Motherfucker.
