I stood there crying, right in front of him as he stood with his hands in his pant's pockets.
I had not realized that I started talking. The words were so fast and they just kept coming.
"I want you to heal" I said.
"I feel like I should just burst open your heart and take out all the hurt in it.
I feel like fighting whatever circumstances that has ever hurt you.
I feel like just giving you a long embrace hoping you'll just let it out once and for all."
I paused and looked him in eyes, with mine red and puffy. Then I continued;
"I really want to see you happy.
I want to see you smile and from within.
I really want to see you heal.
I want to walk with you,
I want to laugh with you,
I want to play with you.
I really want to.
Can't you just give us another chance?"
He turned and walked away, but he wasn't fast enough as I had seen a tear labelled hurt escape from his eyes.
