So here we are…she’s so beautiful. I’ve never seen such beauty in my life. Such delicate features, from her head down to her toes she is what I like to call, PERFECTION. I push aside a strand of blonde hair she has lying on her face and think “how did I get so lucky?” She looks me straight in the eyes and gives me that beautiful smile, oh how it makes me melt. She sits herself up on my bed and gives me a soft passionate kiss on the lips. She breaks and soon our foreheads meet as we take in our last moments together. I mouth an “I LOVE YOU” and she returns the words. Her head stops resting on mine as my eyes travel to see her rising off the bed to retrieve her loose clothing lying all around my small NY apartment.

“Baby…” She pokes her head out of the shirt she is putting on to look at me. “Do you have to go?” I look down, we go through this every time she is about to leave. She walks over to me slowly and sighs.

“Ashley,” I continue to look down. Still not being able to look into those ocean blue eyes, my own eyes begin to water waiting for her to answer. I feel her bring my face up so that I’m looking at her. A soft smile plays on her face and I can’t help but return a soft smile back, “I’m sorry,” she stops only to wipe the tears now rolling down my cheeks, “baby please don’t make this harder than it already is!” She places a faint kiss on my lips and gives me a fake smile. I pretend to be okay with her leaving but it’s eating me up inside.

I nod my head letting her know I’m okay and she goes back to searching for the clothes she had missed placed only the night before. Her figure was the only thing my eyes stayed focused on, I traced her every movement up and down my apartment counting down the second she would walk out the door. I hated that we had to hide our love, but certainly if we didn’t I would be dead and as for her, my sweet Spencer, she would be left with nothing except him.