Day two
Silent treatment
We weren't even 2 months in
What next
I thought
He refused to speak
We moved around each other
Like ghosts
Nonexistent.
The fight had been too explosive
Harsh exchanges
So many what ifs
I drank my wine quietly
Stood up and kissed his face
Oh how beautiful he was
I love this man
I'm sorry
He whispers
Me too.
I love him
I love him
He will be the death of me
I swear it.