I hate hurting. It isn't fun. I hate hurting people I love. So when I hurt the person I love the most, and myself, all at the same time, I broke.
*2 years ago*
When I get back to the apartment I pause. Am I ready to see him? It's only been an hour or two... I push open the door to see him curled up on the couch, tear stained face.
"What do you want?" He asks, clearly hurt.
"I-I don't know..." I start. I turn to leave but right before I shut the door behind me I realize that I don't want to. I want to be with this man forever. I don't care what it takes. If love exists, this is the closest to it that I'm going to get. I turn around and rush over to him.
"I love you." I state simply.
"What?" He asks and sits up.
"I do. I'm a fickle girl. And I'm sorry I change my mind so much. I don't know why I've been in denial. I don't know if love exists or not, but this feels pretty damn close to the hallmark definition." I tell him.
"You won't run away again?" He whispers. I've done this a few times, yet he's always been able to get me back. I shake my head.
"No." I whisper.
"Promise?" He asks, he looks scared. Honestly, I don't know if I'll run again. I don't want to.
"Promise." I assure him. He pulls me in for a kiss and I smile into it.
"I love you." I say again. It's weird to say.
"And I, you. I also love hearing you say that." He replies. I smile into the kiss.
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When It All Comes Crashing Down
Roman d'amour"They say when you're dying, your whole life flashes before your eyes. But for me, it was a few good memories, but also my biggest regrets. And as the plane crashes down I can only think of one thing, him and how much I fucked up. Before I get into...
