I was sitting in his car, in the passenger seat, it was almost 2 am and this whole scene seemed so familiar.

This is where it all began, in a passenger seat, where I confessed my feelings for him. I told him that I'd always be the one who would love him the most.

Now I am here again, in a familiar seat, with a seat belt strapped across my chest to restrain my heart from breaking again.

I turn my face with each of his attempts to look into my eyes so he doesn't see the tears of my goodbye slowly rolling down my cheek.  Looking down at the clock, it has went from 2 am to 3 and we still have not said anything.

He said it's getting late, I agree "I should go in and pack my suitcase anyways". With that, I step out of the car similarly to the way I stepped out of your car over a year ago and had no idea that it would be the death of us, and the death of true love.

As we both stepped out of the car and took our slow stride to the front of my house, only one thing clouded our minds with every foot stepped on the cement sidewalk; how would we end this time?

Reversing from what seemed like years ago in reality only a few short months, where I was shattered into unwanted pieces on the ground two thousdand miles away through a phone line.

He looked down at me, the way he used to before we would kiss each other goodnight and dream about our futures together.

Breathing in, he opened his arms wide to me, and I leaped into them as if it was the last time I would see him. With tears flooding down my face, he held me tighter against his chest that I could hear his heart racing as he stroked my hair calmly. At this time we were connected and as he was holding me in his arms, a kiss fell upon the top of my head. It said to me, "I love you sweetheart, I always have". With that as tightly as we held each other that night, we separated because we knew this moment had to end, just like how we ended the phase of us.

Walking to my door, I turned my head hoping for one last reminder of what true love really is; I hoped in that second I was turing my head that he would have turned his and be looking back at me. I hoped that we would be staring at each other, deeply and burying ourselves into the passionate endearment that ran through our veins only a few months ago.

I gave myself false hope, as I looked back, he was already driving away from me, keeping his distance, just like before.

I miss him sometimes, but it will never work.