He calls soon after. My smile falters as I answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey…” He responds. In just that one word I can hear how completly broken he is over this. I take a deep breath, I can’t feel sorry for him, no matter how painful that is.

“What’s up?” I ask, choosing to go more upbeat since I decided to forgive him and move on.

“Just… coloring…” He tells me. I sigh in frustration. I know he feels horrible about what he has done to me… But shouldn’t he be doing everything possible to win back my trust? Shouldn’t he be trying to make me feel better? Isn’t it the least he can do after all I’ve done to him?

“I’m so sorry…” He says, pain layering his voice.

“I know…” Is all I can answer. I’m sick of the sorry’s. Everyone is sorry, but that doesn’t help me. They just say that because they don’t know how to make it any better any other way. They don’t realize that the best thing they could do is just… give me a hug.

“I need to make it up to you.” He speaks up suddenly.