We step outside onto the silent street; the air is thick with early morning mist. Everything is still. The air is cold and as I stand on the doorstep I pull my boyfriend towards me, I wrap his arms around my waist before wrapping my coat around us both to keep us warm. The hug is enough to stop me from shivering, my thoughts turn to the next few moments that I know are going to be the hardest. This is after all, the last hug, the final moments in our relationship. I want it to last forever.

Being in my mid – twenties I can not honestly say that I have experienced every type of love that there is, but I do know that this love is a stronger love than I have ever felt before and that I can never imagine feeling again. If there is a love that is stronger than this then I hope I never feel it, for my heartbreak at this moment in time is the worst feeling in the world, anything worse is unimaginable. My heart is pounding; a lump in my throat is choking me. A fear of loneliness has taken over me. I want to hold this man forever.

I push my face hard into his jumper and smell him for the last time, a smell I never want to forget, I am scared that I will forget though.

His arms rubbing up and down my back, so softly and perfectly, every time he touches me its perfect, I am scared of never being touched in such a way ever again.

He whispers the words

“I love you”.

This is enough to fill my eyes with tears; I blink and feel one rolling down my cheek. He kisses me where this tear fell a moment ago and holds me tighter. I am scared that I will never hear these words from him again, and that hearing these words from any other man will never make me as happy as it does hearing them from him.

This is it, the final moment of our relationship, I have so much I want to say, so much I want to hear, so many places on his body I want to touch and hold and look at once more. His rugged yet beautiful face, confident style and unique personality I will no longer share with him.