Kylie
He didn’t know I saw him that night at the club, but of course I did. How could I not? Even swathed in shadows to hide from me, he stood out. My heart always knows where he is, and I sang for him. It wasn’t the song I planned to sing, which tripped up the band, but I did it anyway. I needed him to know.
Everyone deserves another chance.
That I love him.
That I regret how it ended.
And when I received the rose on my way out of the bar, I smiled as I smelled it, because I knew he understood. In his way, he was telling me he loved me too, and that he will be waiting when I’m ready to come back home.
To him.
I don’t reach out that night, or even the next night, or the night after that, because I’m still healing, still growing into who I want to be. I want my life in order, to fin
