After they fell apart

Her pov

It felt like home in his arms. I always wondered what was so enigmatic about his touch, that I used to melt whenever his breath reached mine. The way he caressed my hair, with his fingers interlaced into mine, made me sleep in his arms at once. We often lay in silence watching the dark sky from his window and it felt complete. We didn't need words to tell what we felt for each other. Because somehow, the words just wouldn't have been enough. But just like every house of cards, has to collapse sometime in the future, we did too. And it felt as if there had been nothing at all. I had loved him too much without knowing what was love.

His pov

It was the most beautiful sight on this planet, her physique and her simplicity. I wondered how she just reached the depth of my heart with one glance. The way she carried herself, freely, whenever she was beside me, made me realise how important I was to her. And just how important she was to me, I did not realise until she was gone. Her laugh still rings in my ear, and her poetic words are engraved within my soul. The memory of her touch still electrifies me and I go back to the times when we would just lay on her bed, with our fingers intertwined, solemn and quiet, listening to each other's silences and creating our own tranquility. I had let myself into her world, not knowing we weren't made for each other.