"You didn't tell me! That's the point, Christian!" I yelled at you, for the first time in the one year we'd been together. You were fuming.
"You didn't need to know! Because it was nothing!" you yelled right back at me.
"You fucked my best friend, and you were suppose to marry my sister! That's not 'need to know'? Then what is? Explain," I wanted the truth from you, but all I got was your silence.
You turned your back on me, facing the window of the hotel room. "I love you, that's all that should matter."
I knew of course, that you were right. But I was angry, that I was lied to. That I was kept in the dark for so long. Did you not understand that? "It hurts," I'd whispered to you that day.
You turned around and your blue eyes were soft.
"I'm sorry,I wish I could take it all away."
I smiled at you, sadly. I walked away from you. But you grabbed my hand, pulling me towards you, giving me a goodbye kiss?
Except I didn't leave.
Love is forgiving.
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We flew to France, for our honeymoon. We stayed there longer than we planned. I wanted to be away from everyone, after everything.
We explored whole France, going to places, forgetting everything. Eventually we had to go back.
I dreaded it.
But I also missed friends like Mason and Eddie.
And they were there to pick us up.
I saw the jealousy in your eyes as they hugged me.
And that night, back home, you raised your hand at me, but you didn't hurt me. You couldn't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you cursed at me.
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I drove away, going to the nearest Starbucks. He was there. We didn't need to say anything, he took me to his house, where he would be alone for a whole week.
He asked what was wrong. I told him you'd raised your hand at me, blaming me for flirting with Mason.
He listened.
He offered his shoulder.
He offered a small, simple, smile.
He offered words of comfort.
"Hey, look at me. Everything will be okay. That's how all marriages are. He wouldn't hurt you. He loves you more than life, Rose." His eyes were soft,caring, and bright. I knew it was wrong, but I reached up, tracing his jawline.
And like cold water, you came into my head. I flinched away, getting away from him.
I grabbed my stuff, running away from his apartment.
I loved you and only you.