The last time we kissed, I didn't know would be the last time. You were leaving for college and would be gone for months. You were mad at me because you had pushed back your plans of when you promised to leave and I could no longer divide that much attention to you.

I knew my body would ache at the thought of not feeling your skin on my skin. My ears would go deaf from never hearing your voice. I knew it would be the last time for a long time.

And yet you pushed me further away. You roughly pecked a kiss off center of my lips before slamming your car side door. You were not careful. I begged you to come back. You never looked back.

I cried on the way home at the thought of never seeing you for a long time or possibly never again. What if you never came back?

But you always thought you would come back and things would be as good as how you left them. You were wrong.