i found myself watching the skin around his eyes, wondering what my own face looked like.
"Whatever you want, Chel."
"I just want," shielding my eyes with a trembling hand, i surrendered to my eyelids' importunity, making sure in the back of my mind to keep track of how much more water i would need to drink to fight off the dehydration so badly built up from the insomnia-ridden nights that had brought me to this moment--this sad, sad moment--of clarity, this small period of unusual clarity and unselfishness, in which i would confess not only my desire to separate but my deepest uncertainties to the one person who has kept me alive, "to be happy."
"I'm sorry."
don't be.
"Whatever you want, Chel."
"I just want," shielding my eyes with a trembling hand, i surrendered to my eyelids' importunity, making sure in the back of my mind to keep track of how much more water i would need to drink to fight off the dehydration so badly built up from the insomnia-ridden nights that had brought me to this moment--this sad, sad moment--of clarity, this small period of unusual clarity and unselfishness, in which i would confess not only my desire to separate but my deepest uncertainties to the one person who has kept me alive, "to be happy."
"I'm sorry."
don't be.
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