Weak for you
What should I say, that I'm more than willing for him to have me. That I've already began unraveling in his arms. I squirm away and shake my head 'no' although I did not want him to leave. It was after all... his room, and I feel out of place demanding that he be left, ...uncomfortable on my behalf. "It's your room" I croak out, not sounding like myself. Not speaking all day really takes a toll on your voice. "What's mine is yours.... always" was his barely audible reply. "I'll leave if you're uncomfortable, it's okay; I'm... sorry". He moves to get up and in a moment he's in front of me laying the tray down on the night stand on this side of the bed. "Please eat" and with that he walks away and I hear the door close gently. The tears come instantly; I don't want to cry. I don't know w
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