I’m so fuckin sorry, baby.
These words stayed in the middle of my throat.
I turned her to face me and I caressed her face and stared at her for a minute, trying to say things with my eyes that I couldn’t find the words for and after a minute I pulled her in close for a kiss.
Her lips parted and she let me kiss her but she didn’t really kiss me back. She winced. I think her lips were sore from earlier.
Anyone walking by would’ve thought we looked like a happy couple in love with the backdrop of the Bellagio water fountains.
It’d make a winning post card.
Good thing we weren’t standing there holding one another with thought bubbles dangling over our heads.
My thought bubble: I’m so sorry, Baby, sorry for what I am, for what I need to do to you. I went too far. I wish I could take it
