Fiction: X-men Series

I re-met him last summer.

We dated. And for the first time in years, I felt special again.

There never was a day he missed without asking me how my day was (except for the latter part). Despite the fact that I talk too much, he still listened. With my twisted mind, he understood.

Since I am so used to taking care of everybody, it felt great knowing that someone cared for me. His presence made everything okay.

When you've been into complicated relationships, you'll learn to appreciate the simple ones. And this relationship is simple as it is.

Now he's leaving. For good. We said our goodbyes but I felt there is so much I need to say.

I have no right to be emotional but I am. Perhaps how he felt about me is relative to me.

I'm not the kind of girl who cries but tonight I cried.

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Until I feel the same way again.