And so here we were the morning after the night before, and here I was watching him while pretending to be asleep, knowing that my own hands had destroyed something so precious between us, feeling so annoyed with myself even while I was still angry at him.
“Hey, are you awake yet?” He asked hopefully.
“You know that I’m awake.”
“I just want to tell you that I love you!”
“Yeah, me too. So much.”
Wow, those words were so cool and mechanical out of my mouth, even almost sarcastic. They must have felt like a slap. I watched as he smiled bravely as he tried to fend off the hurt. And then I suddenly remembered a few promises that I had made to myself.
