The Beginning

I'll Take Care of You

"Lena needs to hear what you have to say. She has to know why."

Thanks for making that clear. "What do you think I have been trying to do this entire time? She won't talk to me."

"Well, we're just going to have to try harder."

I have been trying to get Lena to listen to me for the past two weeks. She is never going to listen to me and I'm never going to win her back. Jenna said that I should just show up at her house but I'm getting the feeling that she doesn't really want to see me. So here I am, sitting in my car in front of her house. Come on Stef. You can do this. I get out of my car and nervously approach the door. As I walk down the familiar path to the door, I mentally prepare my speech. I'm so sorry. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you. Yea, that's why I had an affair. Why is this so hard? I knock on the door. The door opens and I am face to face with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. Maybe because she is the best thing that ever happened to me. I can't believe I did this to her. Everything that I had wanted to say has slipped my mind. I'm surprised she hasn't closed the door on me yet. Say something before she gets the chance to. "You probably hate me but I really need to talk to you." Good start. I probably should just leave and save myself from the embarrassment.

She looks at me with so much pain in her puffy eyes. "I don't hate you."

"You don't?"

She shakes her head a little. "No. As much as I tried to, I could never hate you." This is the most forgiving and understanding person that I have ever known. What did she do to deserve the pain I've caused her? "Come in." She walks in to her house and I follow her after I close the door. This was so much easier than I expected it to be. She grabs a glass of wine located next to an almost empty wine bottle on her coffee table and sits back on her couch. I did this to her. She has probably locked herself up in her house wearing the same clothes; too heartbroken to do anything. "So what did you want to talk about?" She speaks slowly. Good news is that she is not drunk, yet. Probably a little tipsy but not drunk enough to be completely unaware of her surroundings.

I stand in front of her with my hands in my pocket. I wonder how many of those she has had so far. "You know what I want to talk about." I take a seat next her and look deep into her red, swollen eyes. My heart broke looking at her in so much pain. I wish I could take her heartache away.

She takes a sip from her glass, avoiding eye contact. "What do you want me to say?"

"Just tell me how you feel. I know that I really hurt you, just..."

"You didn't just hurt me! You broke me heart! You lied for your own benefit and ripped my heart to pieces. You let me fall in love with you and then..." She finally looked up at me and she just let her guard down. "And then you just left." A tear fell down her cheek. "You left me when I needed you the most." More tears fall. "So what do you want me to say?" She speaks barely above a whisper but all I'm focusing on is her lips slowly inching towards mine. "I still love you." She puts her hands on my face "And I'm haven't been able to stop loving you." She pulls me in and I close my eyes as I meet her lips halfway for a slow, sensual kiss. A tingling feeling in my stomach arises as I remember the familiar taste of her sweet and soft lips.

As hard as it was, I had to pull back. "Lena, we can't."

She gets up from the coach, looks down at me and starts to cry hard. "You're right. I'm so stupid." She starts to walk to her room and I get up to follow her. She turns around unexpectedly and crashes in to my arms. As a reflex, I wrap my arms around hers. The tears haven't stopped flowing down her face. "You should go." She pulls away and goes to her room. I immediately follow her before she is able to lock me out of her bedroom.