~ Anonymous “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he says softly, as he wraps his arms even tighter around me. He takes a deep breath, and his heart thunders in my ear that’s pressed against his chest. My eyes fill with tears, and the surge of emotion takes me by surprise. This wasn’t part of my master plan . . . No crying, Ava, I tell myself sternly. I take a deep breath and steady myself. “Sorry?” I finally ask. I’m curious where his list of “reasons to be sorry” will start. “Well, first I’m sorry that you were leaving and thinking I didn’t want to see you.” “Yes, any longer and I would’ve been gone.” He tightens his hug again and my breath catches. “It was hard because I wanted to see you too much. Day after day, I’ve wanted to see you, but once you were here . . .” “Well, I’m not going to bite.” “You promise?” The edges of his mouth turn up just a bit. I wiggle so that his grasp loosens and then step out of the hug. I look up at him. “Why don’t we sit down and talk?”
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