He looked at her, rain falling down his face, wondering if she would let him in. It had been two months since he cheated and he regretted it from the moment it happened. He was lonely and he just wanted to feel a woman�s touch, hold on to someone in his bed. They kissed, it felt so good and he couldn�t stop. He didn�t want to stop, at least not at that moment anyway. Once she found out, she ended it and never looked back. No matter how many times he called, flowers he sent, songs he wrote, she wouldn�t come back. The worse part was that she was hurt. Not angry, hurt. Hurt and disappointed. He knew she had him on a pedestal. He saw the way she looked at him, with such love, such admiration and faith. It wasn�t blind faith, she simply believed in him. She thought the best of him.
She stepped to the side and his face broke into a grateful half-smile as he walked past her. She looked down as a puddle began to form at his feet. She walked into her bedroom and came out with one of his T-shirts and a pair of his sweatpants,
�Here or you�re going to be sick.� Her voice was void of emotion as she handed them to him. When he emerged from the bathroom he walked over to her,
�I don�t know what else to say...what to do to make up for what I did.� She turned her back and walked over to the window,
�There is nothing else you can say or do�has it ever occurred to you that there is nothing that can fix this?� He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders,
�It will never happen again�it was a mistake�I was wrong, I hurt you, I know that� and I hate that you�re hurting because of what I did.�
She shook her head and he continued,
�Can we move on and start over?� She whirled around and her eyes flashed pain and anger,
�Start over? Like nothing happened�like I�m just supposed to forget�do you know how many times I have thought about you kissing her, sleeping with her�making her feel the way you�re supposed to make me feel? Do you think I can get the image out of my head?� He shook his head and stared at the floor. He was miserable; he missed her. He missed seeing how cute she looked curled up on the sofa. He missed seeing and hearing her laugh at something he said or did. It made him feel proud knowing he made her laugh because it was her favorite thing to do. He missed seeing how sexy she was in one of his shirts. His heart hurt without her.
He walked over to her and cupped her face,
�Don�t you miss me? Don�t you wish I were near you at night, holding you? Don�t you miss playing on the beach�cooking dinner together�getting up and deciding to go on a road trip just because�dancing in the dark while I sing in your ear? Because I do...I miss it all.� She tried to move away but he wouldn�t let her,
�Then why? Why did you fuck it all up?� He shook his head,
�Because I was stupid. Because I was only thinking about what my body wanted. I was missing you�I wasn�t thinking about cheating on you, I was thinking about how much I was wishing you were there.� She sighed,
�It would never work�I would always remember�I�d never forget, can you handle me not trusting you? Can you handle having to work for it�start all over from the beginning?� He looked in her eyes and whispered softly,
�That�s all? I�ll do that and more�you�ll see.�
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