if this was true.
My heart fell. I could hear the exasperation in his voice. I thought he was going to close the door and leave, but he slipped onto the bed behind me and held me tight. Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. More tears spilled, but something inside me warmed up. He wasn’t angry… I’m sorry. It’s my fault. Forgive me? Come on baby, turn over. I shifted to face him, hands still holding on to the blanket to cover my sobs. I didn’t dare to look at him, but I knew this turmoil was over. He kissed my hair and patted my back lightly. No more tears, heart… I’m sorry I hurt you. I should never have said such words, I don’t know what came over me. You’re the dearest thing that I have, and I have hurt you. And I held him. I held him as close as I could, bodies locked tight; I would not have let go if the roof was to fell on us at that moment. I held him with all my heart and soul and the tears were reduced to gasps of breath.
It was the first time he’d stop my tears in a long - oh, very long - time. It was the first time he’d wrap his arms around me when the tears came.
And then he sang. It was a familar tune, his favourite tune, but the words were new and it came from deep within him - all the emotions that was playing in his heart, and all the things that I wanted to hear. Gradually, the gasping stopped and I could breath normally. It felt so much like old times that I whispered a silent prayer, calling on whatever forces it was that governed our universe to make this moment last.
I closed my eyes, my hand in his, my head fitting in the hollow of his shoulder perfectly.
We could stay like this for a little while more. Let us stay like this for a little while more.