Love Story
The sky was darkening, causing us to feel so much more alone than we already felt inside. Alone-yet not because we were with each other and there was no one else for either of us whose company we'd prefer.
I looked at him and he returned my gaze. I realised i love him more than anything in my life; for the moment. Those deep brown questioning eyes, the kind you could lose your soul in. Those large inquisitive eyes. Yes, they must be what causes me to love him so. Still- it is silent. Now i hear crickets outside, frogs in the pond. They try to fill the quiet of the impossible. Conversation. No, talking was not an option-not now or ever.
I looked away from then, suddenly wishing i was elsewhere-anywhere but here. Away from him. away from the trouble he'd caused, the mess he'd made.
well- i suppose i was partly to blame, i am at fault. Yet it is he that controls his destiny, and it was he who made the decision. I know he knew it was wrong- and that he regreted what he'd done. Yet- he had done it.
And still i love him- and i know he loves me aswell. Then why would he do it? My mind was such a tumbled mass of confused emotion-I'd told him so many times, I know he'd listen, and it was just common sense! I could feel anger rising in my chest and soon it burst forth,I made no attempt to conceal it, " Why?! Why did you do it?!?!?" I scream at him. He shrinks back at the anger and suddeness of my outburst, eyes watching me fearfully. In a calmer voice i continue, " I'm sorry...butcan you understnd that you really went too far this time? I know you've made mistakes before...and I'm not perfect either...but this?" My voice cracks and I stop concentrating on not crying or yelling. Once again i calmerd down and relised the futility of speaking to him. there was no way i could express to him in words how i felt inside; no way that i could make him understand. There is a definate communication gap between us. I leaned against he wall and closed my eyes. I heard him walk over and silently sit down beside me. He said nothing- and i didn't expect him to. He had never been very vocal and his talking now would definately suprise me. There is such a communication gap-its as if we speak different languages; and in a way we do. I'll tell him something and he wont listen-or he'll need something from me and i cannot figure out what it is. Maybe someday though we'll figure it out, and i know we'll get pst this. Love always finds a way. Maybe i wont be able to forgive him today- or tomorrow- but deep in my heart i know i will forgive him- and that is whats important. I also no that he will never do again what he did.
Yeah, Pete's a good dog- he just needs to be proporly house trained, thats all.
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