Realization
Minutes pass, pointless conversation becomes more and more difficult as the minutes go by.
She knew it was coming, maybe that's why she did what she did next.
"I know that you can't feel me. Tell me that you don't love me. Just say it one more time? Even if it's a lie."
"I love you." A lie. I know it is, but I choose not to let myself realize it.
"I love you, too." Not a lie. That's why it hurts so bad. Because I do love her.
My eyes close, tears swelling up in my tear-duct. She can't see me cry, she can't know how vulnerable I am.
I think again, "She doesn't love me. She doesn't love me."
I begin to cry.
