Ghosted

by J.M. Darhower

“I’m sorry for the way I hurt you,” he says. “Sorry for everything I did that led us to this point. And I get it, you know, if you hate me. Wouldn’t blame you at all. But I just need to tell you… I need you to know… that even when I was completely fucked up, I never once stopped loving you.”

My heart! Omggg ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

“Jonathan,” I call out. “Your chip.” “Keep it.” “What?” “I know how I’m doing. I don’t need a token to tell me, but maybe you do, so keep it.”

“I wasn’t accusing you of cheating. I just wanted to know how long it took you to move on.” “Oh, well, that’s an easy one,” he says. “It hasn’t happened.”

omggg jonathon! I love this man.

Another laugh. I could listen to that sound forever.

🥹🥹🥹

“Hey, pretty girl.” She looks up at me. “You think I’m pretty?” “What? Of course.” I kneel next to her, grinning as I press a finger to the tip of her nose. “You look like your mom.” “You think Mommy’s pretty, too?” “I think she's the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Shut up I love them! 😭🫶🏻💘

I mourn the years they lost, the time that was wasted, the love that maybe just wasn’t quite enough to overcome his demons sooner. Every smile they share today is the product of years of tears, of years of fighting and struggling and hoping and mourning but never, ever, ever quitting or giving up, because we’re here. And maybe it won’t last, I don’t know. Maybe tomorrow something will happen and the tears will come back, but I’m grateful for the moment, knowing he loves her more than anything.

Right away, by looking at her, I know something’s off. Something has her in a bad mood.