You leave the bed and I open my tired eyes. You walk inside the bathroom and I hear the shower being turned on. You turn off the shower and I see you walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your waist. Your hair is wet and I feel an urge to touch it. You get dressed and I turn my gaze towards the ceiling. When you come out from the bathroom for the second time you walk around the bed and sit down by my side. We stare at each other, brown against blue, before you give me a kiss, light as a feather, on my forehead and leave. To prevent the tear threatening to fall, I close my eyes and pull the blanket tighter around me as a shield from the hard truth I someday will experience, and that is that you're going to leave me. Maybe not today or tomorrow or the day after that but it'll happen someday. I just know it.