Beginning of the end

Do you remember the first time we kissed in the school hallway? It was on the fourth floor, after school, in the hallway by Robovsky's room; the teacher whose class brought us together. We were under the archway of the non-existant doors that were once there, my arms over your shoulders, yours around my waist. I had wanted to talk to you. Kyann, my walking buddy, went down to the girls bathroom, twenty paces from where we were, to give us privacy to talk. I told you, surrounded by the marble halls, that you had upset me the day before. I remember, I was struggling to get the words out; I didn't want to upset you by seeming clingy. You stood there, looking down into my eyes, concern and  confusion reflecting back in your wide, sky blue eyes. You hadn't realized at first, what I was talking about. It was a joke you had made, to Kyann. You had said... That you were "going to break up with me". Then, according to her account, you had laughed while she sat there, slack jawed in shock. That, I think, was the beginning of the end. Even though you reassured me, with kind words and a kiss that set my stomach ablaze with butterflies, that it wasn't. I just wish I realized sooner that I was losing you. Maybe this wouldn't be so painful now...