She normally didn’t hold a grudge about anything. She was a free spirit and didn’t waste her time being upset about things out of her control. But she was still pissed. When we went to bed that night, she turned on her side and faced the wall. She cuddled with a pillow instead of me and acted like I didn’t exist. I hadn’t brought up our argument because I didn’t think anything else needed to be said. I hoped the passage of time would rid the tension between us. But it didn’t. And now having her next to me was killing me. I missed the way she smiled at me, like I was her superhero. She would be clingy with me and never let me go. And I loved that. Now I felt like a stranger to her. I was always the perfect boyfriend to her, as much as I could be at least. I always picked her up from work even when it was at 3:00 a.m. I made her breakfast in bed every Sunday.
