I want you.

Home.

  It was a long ride home. Tom opened the door as soon as he saw me pull in the drive way. He gave me a hug and I hugged him back. I didn't feel good. I felt nauseous.

We didn't speak much. He grabbed some of my bags and I grabbed some bags too. We walked in the house. I almost forgot what my house looked like. It felt warm. I do miss this house. Then I could feel it. It was happening I dropped my bags and ran to the bathroom. I fell to my knees and grasped on the toilet seat. I throw up. This day just keeps getting worse. Tom comes in.

"Darling, are you okay?" He says bending down to me. He finds a towel and gets a glass a water for me. I wipe my mouth out with the towel and drink the water. He helps me stand up.

"Im okay just a little sick."

Then my stomach started making atrocious sounds.

"What was that?" Tom asked.

"My stomach. Im starving."

"Lets go eat. I ordered Chinese." He says leading me out to the kitchen.

   We sat at the table very quietly eating our food. The only sound that was made was the sound of our forks and knives clinging against each other.

I spoke up. I put my fork down.

"Tom we have to talk."

He doesn't look at me. He looks at his food.

"I know."

Then his eyes meet mine.

"Just because im back doesn't mean were together again." I say.

He puts his fork down and takes a sip of his drink.

"Then why did you back?"

"I came back because I wanted to work things out with you. And also I need to think about things." I explain.

"Doesn't working things out with me mean getting back together?"

He lifts his fork back up and scoops up some rice.

"What I mean I want us to be on stable ground. Just friends. Things didn't work out for a reason." I say.

He shoves the rice in his mouth and chews it.

"So we are just going to be fiends?"

I nod. He takes a sip of his water again.

He just kind of looks at me intensely.

"Im okay with that Alex." He says smiling.

I smile back.

We finish eating. I was more hungry then usual. I ate more then usual.

     Tom slept on the couch and I slept on the bed. I start to think about Robert as I lay in the dark. I miss him so much and there is no denying it. I begin to cry softly so Tom can't hear me. I cry myself to sleep.