My House
I loved her. There was no question about it. But I couldn't take any more.
"I want to go back to how we were," I whisper, looking into her eyes.
She looks at me, her brown eyes filled with pain.
"Me, too."
"Can we do this?" I ask, taking her hand in mine.
"Yes," she says immediately.
I don't know if I believe her.
"Tell me you love me," she whispers, leaning in.
I look down, and I can feel her breath on my lips.
It feels like forever passes before I whisper, "I love you."
She didn't say it back.