I want to hear one more of your stories
Tangle up in your dreams, give up the fight
‘Pour one more glass of that wine
And I might not go home tonight...

Love isn't all sparks and firecrackers. Sometimes it’s more subtle than that.

I let someone very important to me drift away. Well…” I stop and think for a moment, tapping on the table with one finger, “actually, I pushed her away. Then, I thought I got her back, but I guess the damage I’d done was too much.

You’re mine, Ellie. We belong together. I love you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
My cheeks heat up and I meet his passionate stare. “Of course it means something! Why do you think I came here today? It’s because I love you! I’ve only ever loved you!”
Adam yanks me to him, slanting his mouth down on mine roughly until we have to stop and catch our breath. He glides a hand down my cheek in a loving caress. “Don’t leave me again, El. I can’t take it.

You’re so beautiful,” he says, dragging his hands through my hair. When our mouths meet, it’s less desperate, less frantic than before, because we know we have all the time in the world in front of us. No more roadblocks, no more missed opportunities, our future starts now, together.

And why would it? Ellie lied to me, because she knew I would come home to be with her. She selflessly gave me up so I could have everything, when the truth is, now I have nothing.