I love you.

I was crying in Michael's arms, I was exhausted yet so happy but also very angry. I wasn't expecting him for several more days so when he knocked on my door I first thought I was dreaming. The fact that I missed him and all that I went through in his absence made my senses perhaps blurred.

I tried to ignore this euphoria growing in my heart and slipped back into my sheets. Then he kept knocking and I knew it was real, he was back. My joy was only great, but then I faced reality.

My wounded body that I had managed to hide from everyone but especially the events of the last few days. I bit my lip before shaking my head. Michael is there, so what? I just can't afford to open it to him anymore. I don't want to see him.

During those terrible days, I could have leaned on him like during the first two days he left but he changed, he became so cold with me and the height came with this article showing him cooking with another girl and now he comes back as if nothing had happened.