Gentle auburn locks, tucked tightly into neat curls, framed his pale face.
His deathly blue eyes, entranced me. Made me want to sit and stare for hours, just staring at the shades.

A flush of old emotions came hurtling back; a time when i loved and wanted him.
A time when I felt content in our closeness. The beautiful never ending taste of his lips upon mine, and the ever lasting touch. It never used to die.

Yet, now, somehow, it had.

All former emotions were outcast. We changed: me into a fool; him into a predictability.
There was no longer a lingering spark that once united us. No more were notes of new affection. Life settled into routine. Like a stuck record: repeating the same dull notes, that at first was exciting, yet became boring.

"Rose, I love you," he whispered, followed by a fleet of sweeping kisses along my cheekbones.

Gulping down the chunk of guilt in my throat, i kissed him back, and whispered the lie.