Finding Abbey She lay on my chest, I'm sure she could hear it beating to its full extent. I wanted to say something, do anything to try and show her how much I enjoyed having her here with me, but me being... Well, me, I kept my hands where they were. We lay there for what felt like hours, breathing in the city air that you could see outside the window. That's when I thought of all the people who were probably in their homes now, with their lovers, touching each other and trying to make things work when they knew nothing could come of it. Of the elderly who are falling in love with their partner for the millionth time. 'We don't need to be like them.' I whispered, 'we don't need to fall in love a million times over, we don't need to put right what's wrong. What we have now... That's all we need, Abbey.' She knew I was right. We didn't need to feel like any of them, because we had each other at this very moment. Smoking the polluted air of New York City, listening to the cars zoom past our dorm, sitting on the cold, wooden ground. Turning to face me, she smiled. 'We do... Matt, we do have something. But you know why this wont ever work... I love James.' That was all she said, she turned back around and rested her head back on my chest. This time I did do something, I put my hand over her heart and felt her pattern. I told her, 'just for today... Love me. Can you do that Abs? Just today...'