Maybe Someday

❝Maybe I don't love you now, but it doesn't mean I never did.❞

THE LAST OF THE bags were piled into the trunk of the car, except for Steve's carry-on, which was slung over his shoulder. He turned around, walking back to the house in hope to say one last goodbye to his family, but when he noticed that the curtains were pulled together over the windows and the front door was locked, he knew he had no chance.

He'd already screwed it up, big time.

Every part of him wanted to convince himself that this wasn't entirely his fault, that it was bound to happen at some point, but he knew that if he'd done this differently, maybe he could've left with at least a mutual understanding between himself and his family, if nothing less. Maybe he didn't like the way it happened because of the tremendous feeling of guilt weighing him down...or maybe it was that bitter feeling of self pity.

He pitied himself, no doubt. He was a sick, selfish man, and in times like this, that is what sick selfish men did. They hurt people, and when the devil came waggling it's finger in their faces, they fell down and begged for forgiveness and drowned in self sympathy because boo hoo, they got what they deserved.

In fact, all his wife - well, ex wife - had done was kicked him out of their house, and rightfully so.

And what had he done?

Cheated.

He had only himself to blame for that. His feelings for Marilyn may have very well been unexpected, but his diminishing romantic feelings for his own wife...yeah, that he'd noticed. He ignored it; refused to say it out loud, and this is where he ended up, in a car on his way to a hotel without the choice to turn back. He couldn't even say goodbye.

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"People can be so pretentious, it honestly comes off as self-deprecating. If you can love yourself, why do you need to be someone else for someone else to love you?" Lois sighed. She propped her legs onto the counter comfortably and leaned back in her chair while Jesse placed the take out bag next to her feet and sat in the chair next to hers.

After an excruciatingly long couple of hours at the florist, following which they'd stopped by at an Indian Chinese fast food restaurant to get take out, Lois felt almost completely worn out. In Jesse's opinion, this was unfair, since he was the one to carry the very heavy take out bags, while all she had to carry was a bouquet of roses.

"Well your clumsy self has my ass hooked," Jesse said in an unusually deep voice, turning his face and leaning forward so that his lips brushed her ear, scooting his chair closer to her just to make her uncomfortable. "Doesn't that count?"

"Jesse!" she squealed, hopping out of her seat in surprise. "Don't do that to me, I'll break something," she asserted, folding her arms over her chest while looking around for all the tangible objects that she could've broken within arms length.

"It's okay," he laughed. "I think I like you better than Linda though, definitely better than Linda," he said distastefully, in remembrance of the arrogant employee at the restaurant who - very noticeably might they add - wore a push up bra over her already silicone boobs. Once they had placed their order, Linda had taken it upon herself to only serve the salad and not the Indian Chinese styled fried chicken they'd ordered claiming she didn't want Jesse's lovely body to go to waste.

What a joke.

"Thank god, I was starting to think you were looking at more in her than just her fake boobs," Lois said, faking an expression of relief.