Hendrix

by Kelsey Clayton

Colby shakes his head. “Someone who loves you wouldn't do this. Take it from someone who knows what it's like to love you.”

“He doesn't know the girl he lost. It'll be the biggest regret of his life.”

“Do you think I want to feel like this? That I want to be afraid of letting my guard down with you? Dammit, Colby, I would do anything to take the way it felt when you left and erase it from my memory. It changed me in ways you can’t even begin to comprehend. So, fuck you very much.” I stop and take a deep breath, feeling all my vulnerability rushing to the surface. “But fuck me for still loving you anyway.” His expression softens, and in one swift move, he grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to mine for the first time in almost seven years.

“So, if you want me to give it all up—if that's what it will take for me to get you back—then say the words. I'll take your hand and walk right out that door. I swear to God.” A tear slips out and rolls down her cheek. “You don't know what you're saying.” “No, babe.” I shake my head. “That's where you're wrong, because for the first time, I know exactly what I want. I’ve had you, and I’ve had my dream, and I know which one I want more.”