| A Second Chance |
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| �No it isn�t. Stop blaming yourself. What happened to the strong woman that I used to know? Where is the Jasmine that never let anything get her down and never took the blame for anything unless it was something she had done?�
�Jason, I�� He enveloped me in his strong, muscular arms then and ran his fingers through my hair. As I cried he made soothing noises and reassured me that things would be all right in the end and that none of this was my fault. We stayed liked that for a long time after my tears had dried up and finally I pulled away from him. His eyes were a deep brown and so filled with soul that you could lose yourself in them easily. He had a firm, chiseled chin, his usual five o�clock shadow, and a concerned look in his eyes. As I looked up at him, I got to thinking about why I had left him in the first place. And it was in this time of vulnerability that I realized I needed him, that I needed to be with him and that I had left him for stupid, frivolous reasons. �Jason,� I began, having come to a decision. The way he looked at me when I said his name, told me that he was ready to listen to whatever I had to say. �Do you think you�d be willing to give me a second chance? But that maybe we could take things slower this time,� I asked him, my voice soft and whisper-like. He smiled and cupped my chin in his hand. �Of course I�ll give you a second chance Jasmine. How could I refuse?� Then his warm lips met mine in a tender kiss of support and love, and I knew then that everything really would be ok in the end. |