“you don’t even come over at night anymore.”
“i will, tonight.”
“i don’t want you to do something just because i ask you to.”
“i want to do this.”
and so your heavy footsteps pitter-pattered into my room so my parents won’t hear and seeing you again in my room was nothing but heartbreaking, until you hugged me tight and close to you and whispered apologies after apologies into my left ear and stroked my hair as i cried, kissing my forehead through my hair and your huge, warm hands cupping my face as you kissed me soft and gentle and sweet and your apologies were melting on my lips and sinking into my heart, and although i swore to never forgive you again, i did.
