I stood there.
I stood in the dark.
I stood in the dark, tears unwillingly falling down my face. I couldn't breathe as I began to cry roughly.
I stayed there.
I stayed there and kept my ground.
I knew it wouldn't be good for me to fall weak there of all places. Beside the bench he left me on. It was only a sign of weakness. The way I was acting made no sense whatsoever.
I cried there.
I cried in the dark.
My tears fell for no one. Did my tears fall because I was afraid? Did my tears fall because I was weak? Did I cry because I wasn't brave enough to face myself?
I confessed there.
I confessed and let my guard down.
And in doing so, I let myself wide open. I was read like a book, and tossed aside like a ragdoll. It wasn't fair.
I yelled there.
I yelled there and pleaded and begged.
I fell to my knees and struggled to wipe the tears from my eyes. I crawled over to the bench and let my head rest on it as the tears kept flowing. I wanted to be away from the hell I was forced to reside in. I wanted to leave.
I was unconscious there.
I was unconscious and broken.
Was there really much reason for me to stay there any longer? Yes, yes there was. I didn't know if it was because I needed to cry or if it was because I needed closure.
He found me there.
He found me crying in the dark, my head on a bench, looking weak, and feeling far more broken than the day that he left me.
He apologized there.
He apologized and begged for my forgiveness. He took my hands in his and kissed them repeatedly, begging for me to forgive him.
He kissed me there.
He kissed me soft. He kissed me sweet. He kissed me everything. He held me and promised never to let go, ever again.
He confessed there.
He confessed that he loved me. He promised to never leave me, not now, not ever. He cried with me and didn't let go. Not even when I told him he was smothering me.
We both fell weak there.
But we knew that it was alright. We knew that it was okay. We all have our weak moments, and so long as we were together, we never felt weak. We were always strong.
We both carved our names there.
S.U. + S.H. 4 Ever
And we promised to never let go.