Blank Canvas

Matt

I didn't answer, nor did I take my eyes off the picture.

"You're not going to relent, are you?" She reached out and brushed her finger across it.

"No. I wish I could." I moved behind her and ran my hands over her shoulders. It was dangerous to even touch her, but I wanted to hear the story, yearned to know that there was something more than she was presenting to everyone else. She was a woman's woman. The kind of girl who decided she was going to rule the world and fucking did it.

"I dated the same guy from sixth grade through my senior year of college. I figured we were going to be together forever. The night he called things off was the most painful and yet freeing night of my life. I'd grown comfortable in my relationship with him. There was no passion there and I was suffocating."

"But to be rejected by him left you angry?" I pressed my chest to her back and pulled her closer as I breathed in softly.

"Yes. I thought my heart was going to bleed out that night. I've never cried