by Bryan Young
After two years, the sight of the hotel where we said our final goodbye still weighs down my chest with longing and bittersweet memories. Even after so long, I can still feel you pressed against me in bed, taking a deep breath and saying something adorable and unexpected like, “God, I love the way you smell.” How’s that? I’d ask, and you’d say in that angelic voice of yours, “Like you.” I have to work to remember times like that instead of the cold night things ended, bitterly as they did. I cherished every stolen moment with you, and every time I pass that old building downtown I wish I were there with you once more. Despite it all, I hope you made the right choice.
Bryan Young is an award-winning filmmaker, columnist for The Huffington Post, and posts short stories regularly on his short story blog. He also runs Big Shiny Robot!