But then he turned with his back towards me cutting the cord of our conversion.
What wanted to be said got shoved back in my throat and I choked as I tried to swallow every letter every syllable.
I too turned and opened the door leading to the stairs.
With every step his words echoed and I tried to understand what he meant.
At the top I gave up and took a deep breath.
I let my self turn and closed my eyes.
The stillness of the area made it that much harder to do what I did.
It was as if an audience drew breath, not wanting their breathing to interrupt the scene that was to transpire.
I too drew in my breath and waited. The stillness was no longer still as white noise entertained my ears.
Every where in my body there was fire as the CO2 wanted to escape.
I opened my mouth the CO2 rushed trying to distance its self from me. But with it "You are worth it" flew out echoing and bouncing off the walls.
But he never heard those words for the cord for conversion was severed once his was turned.
But if it were to happen again I would let him know with an embrace, a kiss that he is worth it.