I had tried my best to get him to come back home. I had given him his space in the first two days then I immediately called on the morning of the third day and that was the only day he had answered my call. I called him every day but he neither declined nor answered it. I knew he was watching it ring. I texted him but he neither replied nor read my messages.
I understand that he didn’t want to talk to me and he needed his space but I couldn’t help but feel deeply hurt and slightly annoyed that he could ignore me. I wasn’t going to stop calling or texting him though, it’s been a fucking week.
I put down my phone after another unanswered call. My elbows on my knees as I run my hands through my hair to keep it there. The next thing I heard was the sound of the door opening. I didn’t bother to move from my position not caring whoever the hell it was. A strong hand touched my arm, and I knew exactly who it was. He came back to me.
I looked up to him as he lifted me off the floor into his strong embrace. I hugged him as tightly as he hugged me, like it had been too long. I inhaled his addictive scent as I felt my heart calm in reassurance.
“I missed you”, he said.
“I missed you more”, I replied “Why haven’t you been taking my calls or …”
“I wasn’t with my phone. I left it at my brother’s house after the first time you called”, we released each other just to look into each other’s eyes. “I knew from that moment that if you called me again and I heard the pain and sadness in your voice I would have been here in a heartbeat”
“You didn’t want to be with me?” I asked, the pain clear in my voice.
“I did. I badly wanted to be with you, but I just couldn’t. I needed to take some time away from you and think”
“About us?’
“About everything. I had to make myself believe that one day you will be able to open that part of you to me that you have hidden so deeply”
“What if that day never came?” I dared to ask.
“There will always be that part of me that would always want to know but I can learn to live with that. I can see that it is more pain than distrust that is keeping you from telling me”
I hugged him again cause I trusted everything he said and maybe one day I would face my monsters but that day is not today or any day close by.
“I love you” he said into my hair.
“I love you too” I knew we would be okay.
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