I was surprised to see her. But I didn’t not want to see her. She’s the reason I left in the first place.

I didn’t know until after she was married that I was madly in love with her. I could tell she was so happy, and I was jumping for joy for her. How could I stay here and see her everyday unable to tell her how I really feel? It was hard enough loving her from afar before I left.

I tried to hide in the crowd, but she saw me and chased me down.

“How you doin?” she said, before hugging me. “I’ve missed you.”

I combed my fingers through her hair, “I missed you too,” I let her take the the glass of champagne from my hand.

Something in her eyes told me not to ask about her husband. There was a sadness I have never seen.

I put my arms around her. I could feel her relax inside my arms.

“I love you,” she said. “Please stay with me,” she rested her head on my shoulder.

She sniffed and picked her head up and looked me in the eyes.

I wiped a tear from he cheek, “I’ll stay,” and softly kissed her.

4 thoughts on “Stay

  1. Patricia barefoot

    Awww….everyone needs a soft place to fall..How nice for it to be in the arms of someone that loves you

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