What we were

The discovery of the present did not change the past. We suffered, we separated, and it was over, but looking into the eyes of the man I once loved, I realized that things weren't so simple. He was still trapped in the past, and because of that, he would always hinder any possibility of a future I planned.

"This must have been my mother’s doing! So, you loved me," he concluded, smiling for a moment amid the tears, and my heart ached. "And you still love me!" he continued, and my eyes burned as the urge to cry consumed me.

"Bobby!" I sighed his name, and he seemed to get irritated, making me shrink back as I watched him close his eyes, trying to control his anger.

"You know I hate it when you call me by my name," he growled through gritted teeth.

Bobby looked around, trying to figure out what to do, until he got out of the car, sending a chill down my spine. He walked around the car and opened the door, pulling me out. He was dragging me into the house when he seemed to remember someth