Now, he told me to go home alone, abandoning his pregnant wife to be with another woman. I doubted whether I was overreacting or if his love had indeed cooled.
My heart felt hollow, a storm raging within as I looked out into the night, only to see darkness.
The next morning, Alex roused me from the couch, but I kept my eyes shut.
A woman's playful voice purred through the phone, "Alex, it's because you just left without a word yesterday."
"Are you blaming me now?" Alex replied, silence stretching until I began to doubt what I heard.
Finally, he spoke again, "Yesterday, I really was in the wrong." Then he kissed my eyelids gently.
He always said my eyes were his favorite, capable of captivating him completely. Yet now, he was doing things that seemed loving while his words were filled with ambiguity. I couldn't tell who his apology was meant for.
