the other side.6:54 PM
Sunday, October 16, 2011
I told him I was leaving him.
"No." He said, his voice loud and urgent.
"This is wrong. This is wrong." I told him, my hands trembling by my sides. "You have a whole other life. You have her." I spat the words out bitterly.
"No." He repeated, grabbing my hand. His eyes search my face, earnestly.
"Don't leave."
"I have to."
"Don't." He draws close to me, his arms fold over me in an embrace. He holds me tight.
The silence between us lies thick, like a blanket over our shoulders.
The tears flow down my cheek.
"Don't cry." He smoothes my hair, kisses my forehead.
Our fingers intertwine. I feel my resolve crumbling, like soft sand slipping between the cracks of the pavement.
