I hate that I run to my blog to post this... I feel like one of those sad emo girls. And that I'm just doing it for attention so that people will be able to know a little more about me.

I'm thinking...I need to start a notebook and make it all uber-tastic. Too bad those are easier to read.

So I won't post too much...just a little something for me to remember the moment by.

Sitting on the couch, his warm hands against mine. Wanting to hold on just a little longer and regreting letting go.

I really miss that touch. I wasn't ashamed, just torn that he had to leave.