and began turning my head toward the dashboard so I wouldn’t have to watch him leave me. I expected him to go again with just a quick kiss and the thump of the passenger door, but suddenly he caught my cheeks, caressing my face in his hands, and kissed me. It wasn’t a simple kiss, it was one that I could feel he loved me too. If only we both weren’t tired, if only we hadn’t been in a running car, if only his uncle wasn’t outside walking into the house…I wish we’d kiss forever. Just thinking about it actually makes me blush, it’s been a while. While we were watching an episode of a comedy together, again I noticed how incredibly handsome he was. The light illuminated his features, his cheek bones, his dimples as he smiled, the bright color and cute creases of eyes, the shape of his irresistible lips and his strong jaw… His serene state and gentle expression reminded me of how much I loved him…why I loved him. I love him, and…maybe I have to leave him. I love him so much that I feel hurt myself. Why must we love?

Sappy heartbreak in fiction.