As I stared at my hands in horror at what I had just done, she sat there and sobbed her apologizes to me over and over again, “Je mi Lito” she cried “Never again, never again”. At the sound of her pained cries, I broke down and I took her into my arms and held her while she cried and repeated the same phrase again and again into my ear while slowly unbuttoning my shirt, and doing the only thing we were good at. She still continued to sob even as her cold bruised body was on top of mine. While she cried, I stared into her beautiful brown eyes with my emotionless blank ones. When I felt her soft lips against my neck and her cold sad tears against my face, I thought about what we were doing. How she still loved me and could even stand touching me after what I did and do to her at first surprised me, but then I remembered once again I was never the only one at fault. She and I were monsters, stuck in a vicious cycle to hurt and continue hurting each other. Maybe that’s why I never left her and she never left me. Maybe it was because we were so damn alike in our messed up ways that we were invariably imperfectly perfectfor each other.
