Forgiving

Sunday, they had a huge fight. What made this particular fight so crazy, so stand-off, so dramatic? It was silent. Very few words were said between them...out loud. But their hearts, their hearts yelled, screamed, cursed, and fought harder than Indians under attack by the white men. They both felt it. Neither did anything about it.

She cried, and cried, and fell into depression within a matter of minutes. Her heart felt as if the battle and entire war had just been lost. Her best friend, her lover, her forever, was gone. Just like that. She wanted to be left alone, but then again she just wanted someone to sit with her while she cried....just sit and watch the sun set on this terrible silent day she had just experienced.

He was mad. Not sure why, he had done exactly what he wanted that day. Gone home, done what he wanted, with whom he wanted. But deep down he was just mad. He had wanted to see her ever since he left but time had just not been on his side. He felt awful...he missed her, but what was he to do.
They spent 3 days in silence. Neither of their hearts could overcome the pride and talk to the other one. It seemed as if they would be void of each other forever....

Finally on day four he had missed her humor, excitedness, and smile long enough. He text her from work. He knew he was in for it, and he was prepared to apologize and crawl on hands and knees back into her life. But, surprisingly to him there she was waiting patiently with arms wide open. I knew you would come back for me, deep down, my heart knew we could stand more than just one fight. We have a better, stronger bond than that, I just needed you here, in front of me, inviting back into your life. I never need elegant gifts or extravagant words. I just need you and an I'm sorry.

No longer are their hearts alone and in pain from fighting and losing the war with one another. But back to where they are supposed to be...together.

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