It was a long journey back home in the bus with him last Sunday night. The complete silence between us almost killed me. I’m not one who knows how to give emotional support; I had trouble finding the words to make him feel better. It was not easy. I admit I am a coward and I lacked strength to even look into his eyes while he was looking sharply into mine telling me how much I meant to him. It pains me to know that he is hurting and I'm the cause of it.
He has always seen the good in me. Always. He loved me, with every ounce of his being and with no reservations. And that scared me to death, because how on earth could I be worthy of such devotion? I appreciated that he fought for me to stay. But I pushed him away instead. I just knew this couldn't continue. No matter how much my heart told me otherwise.
As he looked down while leaning his forehead on the bus chair in front of him, I stared outside the window and prayed silently that God forgives me, for hurting such a wonderful soul, that He will give him the strength to overcome and heal his heart that I have already broken into pieces. xx
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