thirty three

                                    

                                          
Those last few days before I had to leave to go back to the real world, were absolute hell. We both knew they were approaching and they were always in the back of my mind. And when the day was finally there, it hurt. I didn't want to let him go. It hurt too much and I knew that we were going to go back to our usual routine. We were already fighting over stupid irrelevant things that neither one of us really cared about. It was only going to get worse from there. My flight was the following morning and it was him and I locked in our hotel room somewhere in Argentina.
                          
My back was against the bed's headboard and Joel's head was on my lap. He was shirtless and had on a pair of black basketball shorts. And I had on the black shirt he had been wearing earlier. A million thoughts ran through my head as I played with his curls. His eyes were closed but, I knew he wasn't sleeping. I looked up at the ceiling trying to find some way to remove the throbbing pain inside of me, I didn't want to leave him behind again. I didn't want to have a boyfriend that was always hundreds of miles away from me. "What are you thinking about?" he croaked his eyes still shut. I shrugged my shoulders trying my best to hold back my tears.
                          
"We'll be okay," he whispered as he fluttered his beautiful eyes open to reassure me. I nodded and took a deep breath to compose myself. I knew that we weren't going to be okay if continued the way we were.
                          
"Can you pass my phone," I blurted. He got up from his position but, instead of going over to get it, he got close to my face. So close I could see the little pimple he had gotten on his left cheek. I observed his eyelashes and how long they have always been. I closed my eyes shut as he pressed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back urgently. I could never get enough of his kisses and him in general. "My phone," I said my breath shallow after we had pulled away. He nodded and got up to get it. I opened the Instagram app and clicked on the saved posts. "here read this," I insisted as I handed him my phone. He nodded warily, unsure of what to expect.
                          
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