Food and No Crying
We stayed there, me in his arms, for awhile. When I finally felt like I was okay to talk with out having an emotional breakdown I said, "Thanks. I'm sorry for crying like that."
"It's alright. Don't be sorry," he said smiling sweetly at me.
"Let's go get something to eat," I suggested trying to be cheerful. "I'm starving."
I passed the mirror on the way down stairs and I looked awful. My hair was a mess and my face was red from crying. Chris saw me looking at myself.
"I look like such an idiot," I laughed.
"You look beautiful," he said, coming from behind and putting his arms around my waist.
"No, I'm not," I insisted. "I'm all splotchy."
"I like splotchy people," he said kissing my neck.
"Your such a liar," I said turning around, kissing him on the lips, and walking into the kitchen.
After we had devoured three bowls of cereal each, two sodas, a sandwich, and half a pack of cigarettes, Chris left. We didn't mention the whole crying incident, and I was glad he didn't bring it up.
I knew I would eventually have to tell him about the little old lady and the door, and everything if I ever wanted to have any kind of relationship with him, but I wanted to put it off as long as I could.
Chris had promised he'd come over tomorrow, so maybe we could talk then. Or maybe not. I don't know why I liked Chris so much. I had only known him for a short time, but it feels like I've known him my entire life. It's hard to explain the feeling, and I wasn't even going to try and analyze it.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, watching T.V, listening to music, and missing Chris.
Around 10:30pm the doorbell rang. This time I was careful to cheek into the hole, to see who it was. It was the little old lady again.
I opened the door.
"Well hello dear," she greeted me.
We stayed there, me in his arms, for awhile. When I finally felt like I was okay to talk with out having an emotional breakdown I said, "Thanks. I'm sorry for crying like that."
"It's alright. Don't be sorry," he said smiling sweetly at me.
"Let's go get something to eat," I suggested trying to be cheerful. "I'm starving."
I passed the mirror on the way down stairs and I looked awful. My hair was a mess and my face was red from crying. Chris saw me looking at myself.
"I look like such an idiot," I laughed.
"You look beautiful," he said, coming from behind and putting his arms around my waist.
"No, I'm not," I insisted. "I'm all splotchy."
"I like splotchy people," he said kissing my neck.
"Your such a liar," I said turning around, kissing him on the lips, and walking into the kitchen.
After we had devoured three bowls of cereal each, two sodas, a sandwich, and half a pack of cigarettes, Chris left. We didn't mention the whole crying incident, and I was glad he didn't bring it up.
I knew I would eventually have to tell him about the little old lady and the door, and everything if I ever wanted to have any kind of relationship with him, but I wanted to put it off as long as I could.
Chris had promised he'd come over tomorrow, so maybe we could talk then. Or maybe not. I don't know why I liked Chris so much. I had only known him for a short time, but it feels like I've known him my entire life. It's hard to explain the feeling, and I wasn't even going to try and analyze it.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the house, watching T.V, listening to music, and missing Chris.
Around 10:30pm the doorbell rang. This time I was careful to cheek into the hole, to see who it was. It was the little old lady again.
I opened the door.
"Well hello dear," she greeted me.