“Damnit, Michael. Find it again? Please. Find what you loved in me so much and realize that you don’t belong anywhere else but by my side. I’m begging you, darling, won’t you?”
“Woman, please, Atlantis would be easier to find.”
He said this half jokingly/half lovingly, but it still hurt, even if it was softened by a tender smile and comforting hands.
My grip shook a little, and the coffee I held nearly spilt out of its cup. I laughed it off, trying to hold back what could have been a flood of tears.
“I love you Marie, you know that, but i’m not attracted to you. I can’t apologize for being gay, but I can apologize for not telling you sooner. Hurting you this much has killed me, it really has, can’t you see? I care for you so much, you know I’d give you the sun and the stars if I could. I can’t, though. I can’t. I am who I am and I struggled with that for so long. You helped me so much, thank you for taking this so well.”
He kissed my forehead and caught the next train to New York, leaving my heart as well.