I saw him staring at me- not glancing, but blatantly staring. and I wondered if he was staring at the wreckage he had created or if maybe, just maybe he regretted ever hurting me in the first place. In that moment I just wanted him to push me hard against a wall and kiss me. I didn't want to think anymore. I didn't want to question it. I just wanted to feel it. Sometimes that's all we need-- is just to feel it.
- Unknown