Looking across the room at the closed bedroom door, it takes everything in me not to cross the distance and beg him to love me again. To give me a second—fuck, I don’t even know what number chance I’m on at this point, but I want it. Need it. Because I know this time... This time I’m not going to yank it away from him. I’m not going to spit on it or throw it in his face or hurt him with it. This time will be for real. This time will be for always. Whether I’m good and ready for it or not.
