I should have gone after him. I should have forced him to stay or begged and pleaded harder. Would he have listened to me if I had thrown myself at his feet? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had happened or that something was about to happen. My chest ached with loss. I really regretted not fighting harder for him to stay, but with him telling me not to chase after him banging around in my head, I had stayed back.I had to actually drag myself out of bed every day. My body was stiff, anxiety making a home in my belly.God, I missed him. I knew he would get in touch with me if and when he could, but as each day passed without hearing from him, the hope building inside me slowly dwindled.I never thought that loving someone this much could be so painful, and I didn’t know when I would see him again or if I would even see him again. The thought of not having his gentle hands on my body, seeing his sexy grin, or hearing his deep gravelly voice broke my heart and shattered my soul.I couldn’t believe that he was gone.
