I loved him.

I loved him more than anything.

I wanted to touch him, kiss him and smell him.

His walk, his smile and that imperfect voice.

Made me love him more.

But I was scared of him.

Scared that he would reject me like all the others.

He could’ve judged me or even laugh at me.

But he didn’t do that.

He did the worst.

He didn’t look at me or even smile at me.

You could see he didn’t want to touch or even feel my skin.

I just wish it was easy to let you go.

But 365 days is alot when you’re not even there.