My Savior My Survivor

I noticed the way he looked at me. I always liked the way he made me feel like the only person in the world, even with a single glance. This time was different, there was something else hidden away behind his eyes, something deeper. It was almost like when I looked at him I was looking into a foggy damp forest, the air thick and wet, clouded over by a sense of misdirection. I didn't want to leave him, and he knew if I could stay I would. I was to broken, to and lost to protest when forceful hands pressed my shoulders down into the car, but I guess I always knew this wasn't forever. "I love you" and I said to late for a response because to tell the truth I didn't have the balls for that. Though if I never saw the beautiful face of Cameron Dihn again, I wanted him to know that I loved him. I loved all of him. His blue watercolor eyes, chestnut brown hair, strait white teeth, the one dimple on his right cheek. Most of all I loved the way he always laughs at his own jokes and when never gave up on trying to make me laugh when I thought I forgot how to. Thanks to my stupidity he will never know that he was the one who saved my life that day on the bridge. Thanks to him I am not just another body to be discovered, but not everyone gets a happy ending, certainly not me. Yet, I watched him as the car drove away, the only thing I saw was the movement of his mouth in a way that looked as if he was saying "I love you too." Now full of hope and grieve I can live knowing that I will always have him.