Chapitre 107: Facts over words

"I have to get to work now." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

Then he put his jacket on and prepared to leave.

"Have a good day," I said and he smiled at me.

He left walking out with my heart too, free to use the keys of my heart or to drop those off in the following day.

Who did invent the words I love you and why did I have this desperate need to hear him say it to make it real. 

He loved me and he showed me through his small gestures.

Yet my heart needed to hear those words as fuel to start the car.

I contemplated the emptiness of the table in front of me, as the image of us together was still intact. 

If I had missed him so much that his return cheered me to the point it changed my mood and made me turn into the happiest girl ever. How much would I miss him if he left forever and never came back, leaving the keys of my heart under the door?