When we kissed, I felt butterflies. Something I truthfully haven’t felt in a while. Your eyes though, they give it away. There’s something stopping you.

When we held hands, it felt like the first time all over again, sweaty palms and all. It felt amazing for you to be grasping my hand so tightly. But your body language said different, you were distant.

While sitting in my car, there was a spark of electricity in the air, but there was also a tense, choking sensation I’ve lived through before. 

I do miss you, whole heartily. But there’s something internally tearing us apart.