“Do you love me?” She asks. After the long, deafening silence that came after they hurled hurtful words at each other.
“I do. You know I do,” he says.
She takes her eyes off him, stares at nothing in particular, carefully thinking what to say next. Finding the strength to ask a question she has had ever since she jumped into this affair full speed ahead. The sound of her heartbeat seems to get louder by the second as none of them dared to utter another word. Until finally she says…
“What about…” she started but her voice breaks. With eyes closed, she says it anyway. “Do you still love her?”
The clock ticked 1… 2… 3…
She held herself, braced for impact while fervently hoping the impact wouldn’t happen at all.
The clock ticked 4… 5… 6…
Hoping he’d say the two-letter word that would make all of this infinitely better.
The clock ticked 7… 8… 9…
Longing for time to stop and snap back to ten minutes before they started yelling.
One day, we’ll sit together, beer in our hands and smiles on our faces. We’ll talk about how we used to be. You’d tell me about all the adventures you’ve had, the loves you’ve loved, and the life you’ve had.
I’d tell you about all the stories I haven’t told you, the crazy things I never thought I’d do, the beautiful views I’ve seen, and all the loves I’ve loved. I’d ask you more questions than I ever had the chance before. I’d get to know you again. Heck, I’d get to know more.
I always wonder about how it will be when we see each other. Will it be the same us with just a different you and I? Will it be like not a decade passed between us? Will having you beside me be familiar?
Or will we be strangers? Mere faces in both our distant memories. We’ll share the same stories but the people in our stories are different from the ones beside us. Will we share the same awkward hello as the first time we met? Or will we hug each other as tight as we did when we said goodbye?
All these things I have yet to know. And I will continue to wonder until we meet again.