It was late. I was disappointed. He was embarrassed. I tried my best to keep from crying as I stared out the passenger side window out into the drizzly, sparkling night. I had seen a side of him I never thought I'd see. He let me see a side that he never intended to show. He was fighting back tears himself.
Say something. I couldn't.
I don't know what to say. He needed my approval.
You want to leave me? It hurt my heart to even hear him say it.
No. I love you so much. I did. I do. I will.
He looked out over the road, gripped the steering wheel, looked at me quickly, then back at the road. 29 years of shame slid down his cheeks.
I never want to lose you.
You won't.
I come to life when I'm with you.
1 comment:
It's always bizarre when you get a glimpse of something that's usually pushed just under the corner of a rug. But also amazing when you're at a point where it turns out to be okay if you see it.
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