Meanwhile, I’m crying hard enough for both of us. One way or another, I guess, the tears will all get shed.
“I’m sorry. Forgive me? Please?”
“Se philo. Of course, you are forgiven, eromene.“ He sighs again. “This was my fault. We should have had this discussion years ago. I can’t blame you for doing something you didn’t know would cross my limits if I never even told you that I needed monogamy in the first place.”
He buries his face in my hair, and we stop trying to patch our wounds with words. Holding each other seems to work somewhat better for mending ourselves, although it, too, only goes so far.
“But now I know I can never be enough for you,” he says in a choked voice.
Then his tears start, landing harder on me than blows.
“I’m sorry about the kiss. It was amazing. You are bea
