The letter.

Evelyn.

“I’m sorry,” he let out to me, holding me close and hugging me like his life depended on it. I stiffened, not wanting to be in close contact with him. At least not yet. The words he spoke to me that morning before he left were still fresh in my mind and there was no way for me to pretend like it didn’t hurt one single bit.

Because it hurts.

Of all the people I expected to talk down to me, he was not in any way included in that lane. Somehow, though, he managed to put himself in that category perfectly.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you with my words and actions.” He said again, hugging me even tighter.

He didn’t mean to hurt me with his words? Yet he told me that what I had fur him, all my concerns, were nothing but silky?

“Please forgive me.” He told me, still hugging me.

I sighed and hugged him back. Even though I wanted to stay angry with him for a long while, I realized that I loved him too much to do that. It didn’t mean that I wouldn’t let him know what he did