He slipped her a silent acknowledgement from under his eyebrows. There he was, across the room but somehow a million miles away. She stroked her arm to let him know she knew. She knew his intentions, just as he knew hers.
It wasn't love they were after that night. It was a warm body against their own that they craved. Someone to hold in their deepest regrets and oldest fears. Someone to kiss the fresh wounds, and to hide the loneliness for but a few hours.
They shared their pain in silence, and let their emotions flow from their bodies onto the sheets. They became one for a night, and that's all they needed.
For now.

This has changed me. I am no longer the same. I have too many scars, shed more than enough tears, and have drowned in a pool of self deterioration. I have forgotten what tall green summer grass feels like as it brushes my prickly legs. I have lost the sensation to feel the sun caressing my pale figure. I no longer remember fully feeling a smile stretch across my weary face. I cannot enjoy the softness of rain scrolling down my cheeks because it reminds me of what we used to be. Everything I do, everything I touch brings back the day you said you loved me. I was a nobody feeding off of young love and tender kisses. We were the two cards that were always paired, we were the only clovers left in the middle of a decaying forest. We were something lost in lust, and wrapped up in each other's soft spoken refrains.

I am no longer that girl. I have changed and am slowly becoming acquainted with this new stranger. I do not wish to change who I am becoming, but I do feel sad that I am forgetting who I once was.

I can forgive you for not loving me back the way I loved you, but you stole my entity. And for that you will never be forgiven.