You loved after me
I had to take a bath afterwards and as I was looking at the water running out of the tap I felt the pain and the happiness was too overwhelming, I had to close the tap so I could hear my thoughts.
“I felt at home with you,” I wanted to say. “I always did, in your arms. Is that too big of me to say?” And then “How could you do that to me? Did it hurt you as well, even the tiniest bit?”
It’s strange how life plays out. He drove me home from work, as if it was the most normal thing to do, save me from the storm. The rain was pouring down and I held the phone in one hand, trying to close my coat with the other. As I stepped into the car I asked myself, whilst looking at him, if there was any love left, any lust at all. I want to be in his arms but I am shit scared of ever letting him get close to me again.
