I stared at him for I don't know how long ... not knowing what to say next. I don't even know how to explain how much what he did hurt me. At one point in my life, I thought I was done with these things. I thought, I'm done hurting myself, crying, getting tired and hurting again.
But here I am again ... crying over a man.
"I'm going home," was the only thing I could say after a few minutes of silence. It was almost a whisper as I barely had the strength to ask and talk to him.
"Sam, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong and I don't justify it. But I want you to know that I love you. I never stop loving you even though I know there is no certainty if you will come back or if we will see each other again."
