Sydney
Sitting in my bed at my parents’ house with Justin beside me feels strange. It has been a while since we did this. It is all very familiar.
“Why didn’t you take the photos down?” he asks softly.
“I don’t spend much time here, and by the time we had broken up, I wasn’t staying here anymore. I like the way the room is because of all the memories made here. It is a good reminder of when things were easier, and I hadn’t been flung out into the real world.” I reply, honestly.
“I know that feeling. Things were simpler back then. I miss those days. I miss climbing into your window and sneaking into your bed at midnight.” He whispers, caressing my arm.
“I miss those too.”
I always loved it when he would do it. I was terrible at sleeping alone, and the fact he always came over, s
