His arms encircled around me, I felt the emptiness that once surrounded me filled with his presence. His lips on my shoulder, one hand caressing my stomach, the other my breast. I closed my eyes and let the tears run down my face, and unto my pillow case, the wetness spread against my cheek.
“I am sorry” I whispered, as I took in a haggard breath.
“Why are you sorry.”
“Because I felt that you where in trouble, and I didn’t do anything.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you. I told you I always end up hurting those who care about me.”
“I would have done anything for you.” I whispered.
“I know.”
“I only wanted you to be happy…I didn’t want to invade your space.”
“I know.”
“You said you wanted to see other people.” I pointed out.
“I know”
“I knew on Saturday that you weren’t doing good. I should have went over after work.”
“You wouldn’t have come unless I asked you to.”
“I know.” I whispered. “Why? Why’d you have to confuse me, I though you just wanted some space, I thought that you were mad at me. WHY did you have to go and use?”
“I told you I only hurt people.”
“Don’t give me that…I tried to give you space, all the while showing you I was there for you if you wanted me.”
“I told you that when I become too emotionally attached to someone that I always mess it up, I didn’t want to hurt you”
“You hurt me. YOU HURT ME. Get away. GET AWAY.” My body shook with tears. I tried to push him away from me, but my hand only moved cool air. I covered my eyes and cried. I knew that I had been alone the whole time. Yet I could still feel his arms around me, I could still feel his kiss on my shoulder.