I lost him today to someone else, and went home downcast.

When I arrived home, I went to my room. I didn’t want to do anything else. Just think.

I remembered when we first met. It was a warm summer day, only made warmer when we were finally together.

I thought about him, and really thought about my feelings about him. He made me comfortable. The thought of being with someone else didn’t really cross my mind when we were together. I couldn’t really be with anyone else but him. It wouldn’t feel right.

Then I knew: I needed to be with him.

I made my way out of my room, and started to open the door.

Then I saw him.

“I was waiting for you.” He said.

“I’m sorry that happened to us. It won’t happen anymore.”

I’m glad I found him again.