It was my cries that filled the room that no other words could. My wound bleeding out in the open. The strength I had failed me and the one thing I tried not to be in front of him I did. Vulnerable.
I did not want him to see me like this. I wanted him to see my strength but instead he saw my pain and weakness. My hurt and disappointment.
I smell his regret. It's potent stench flowing through him in waves. My pain clear in his eyes as it kills him too. He's hurt by seeing my hurt. Something he caused and don't know how to take away or make it better.
He doesn't know how to put a bandaid over my bleeding wound or how to stop it from bleeding. He thought the distance between us would have made things better between us. It onky my made it worse.