Meant To Be

I'm sorry

He was turned around facing his window.
"Yahya?" I said.
"I'm sorry." He stated with sad eyes.
"For what. If you're talking about today.." he cut me off.
"No I'm not apologizing for what happened tonight."
"Then what are you apologizing for?" I asked him.
"Everything else." He said. "I'm sorry for losing my temper the night at the movies."
I looked at him waiting for him to say he's joking but he went on.
"I'm sorry for not telling you the truth about what happened with me and my ex. I'm sorry I let you leave the night you came to my house." He looked in my eyes and I held my breath hoping my tears wouldn't fall.
"I'm sorry for not following you when you left my house crying. I'm sorry for not saying anything when you asked me to take you back. I'm sorry that I didn't fight for you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you I loved you that night when I knew I did. But most of all." He sighed. "I'm sorry I gave up on us when you never did." He searched my eyes waiting for me to respond.
"Thank you." I teared up. "It means a lot. I'm still mad at you though." I teased.
"For what?"
"I thought you died back there." I paused. "I really did. Even though I'm getting married in a few weeks.." he cut me off before I can finish.
"Don't marry him." He said with sad eyes.
"Yahya." I whispered.
"Don't marry him." He said again but this time he looked more hurt.
"I can't, I have too."
"No, you don't. Listen you and I both know that we still love each other. We're meant to be haneen. Tell me I'm wrong and I'll drop it. I'll forget everything and let you marry him."
I looked at him and I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even get myself to say something.
"You can't." He came closer. "Because it should be us getting married and you know it."
"I love you, I really do.."
"So why marry him!" He almost yelled.
"Listen, I loved you so much that it broke me. Us being together was great it really is. But every time we're happy, something goes wrong. And I don't think I can live like that anymore. I wanna be happy without being scared that something bad is going to happen." I cried to him.
"Haneen." He whispered, he came close to me and grabbed my hands. "Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"If you marry him, it's all over between us. No coming back to my house at 3 am. No calling me anymore or being with me."
"Why not!" I yelled.
"Because I can't do it. I can't deal with another mans hands touching you. Just the thought of his hands on your skin makes me sick to my stomach. I can't have you coming over because I don't think I can control myself if you do." He came closer to me face.
"But.."
"Shh." He kissed me.
Everything went staticky. Everything felt weird, like this whole thing wasn't real. What the hell is going on?