Somehow, that last day the archer came over, I sensed a feeling of parting. I didn’t know that it was going to be the last day of us hanging out, but something felt different. The day was very good, we caught up on our cuddling, and the first kiss after having “broken up” was tender. As if to whisper “this is it, our lips meet again” but it was said as a kiss. Then, we resumed right where we had left off. By the end of the day, I knew my decision had been made though, but I wasn’t going to do anything too rash. He had been acting off, like he didn’t feel as though he had done anything wrong. He had hung up and left me in the dark, but I had taken him back, and that day he didn’t keep that in mind at all. Our kiss goodbye at my door that night was sweet, but lacked the “I’ll leave you, with this amazing kiss, until next time ;)” I knew it might be our last kiss, but I don’t think he did. The rest of the story is history, we’re over. But, looking back on it, I guess I could tell that something was different.