I can feel him slowly moving closer, and his hand rests on my shoulder to comfort me. I quickly shrug his hand away, not wanting the reassurance that everything will be okay. Everything will not beokay. I want to scream at him and tell him how hurt I am. I want him to feel the pain I'm felling. I want to him to tell me he lied, that he never really cheated that it iswas all a sick joke. I can forgive him fora joke, but not for this. I can no longer hold in my emotions. Tears roll down my cheeks. I begin to sob and sniffle, and my head begins to hurt. I look up long enough to see that he is also crying. Good, I think. Cry. Feel pain. Hurt inside just like me. We sit without talking for what it seems like eternity, but it is only a few minutes.
We both are crying. "I'm sorry," he mumbles over and over. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry." Hisapologies make me cry harder. I think ofall the times he told me he loved me and how it means nothing now. I think of him with another girl, laughing and having fun. He finnally leaves me to drown in my emotions. I wonder, should I forgive him? Sholud I leave him? Will I be able to seehim with another girl, Espically Stephine? What should I do? I know no matter what I do, It will never be the same. There will always bean empty feeling, like a hole in my heart. (To: Andy.)
