He stares so intently into my eyes, into my soul. My heart ceases to beat for that second, then slowly recovers. He reaches for my hand and I quiver at his touch. I hesitate, but give in to his embrace. All I can feel is his heart beating against my cheek, all I can hear is my pulse pounding against my eardrums. He squeezes me tighter and tells me "I missed you." I choke back my urge to scream and sob into his heaving chest.
[This is love, I just know it...]
He pulls away and lifts my chin. For a moment, it's as though he is speechless.. Speechless to my tears. He shakes it off and reminds himself to hold back. "I.. I'm sorry.. For everything," he whispers, barely audible, "it wasn't supposed to be this way." "I know..." is all I can manage to say before I turn away to leave.
[It has to be.. Nothing else could ever hurt this bad..]
"Please.. Don't leave. Don't walk away from me," he pleads. And for the first time, I know.. I know it's true. The agony lives.. Not only in me, but in him too. Silent; but more alive than either of us. I turn to face his tear-stained cheeks... His wordless lips... His sorrow-filled eyes. His mind is racing to find the right thing to say. I give him a weak smile to let him know that it's okay, that things are going to be alright. He bites his lip and wipes away a fresh tear, all the while keeping his focus on me. And at that moment, I knew...
