Drowned By His Ocean-Blue Eyes

“Why do you always play the victim,” I said, hoping to pierce his ever-so-cold heart. A tear cutting through already half-cried-through make-up. His eyes look so intensely at mine, but I refuse to look at him, I tear my eyes away from the face I had tried to hard to keep happy. In the softest tone, he said with a trembling voice,“Why do I play the victim? Me? Do you not see that you’ve played with my heart... my emotions.. from the day we met. Everything you asked for... you got. Everything you’ve ever wanted... I provided. You never once took the time to even thank me.” He started to to cry. This is the first time I ever seen him cry, it seems so real, but I don’t believe his tears. I refuse to believe it. “Really? Then why are you always gone doing God-knows-what? You’re probably with some other girl, who’s prettier and skinnier than me.” He seemed so confused with my question. “Baby, I love you. I would never get with another girl. I’ve been working my ass off to take care of you. To provide... for us. I am am hurt by the thought that you think I would be with another girl. You’re my world. Do you know how many tears I cried for you? How many sleepless nights I not slept thinking of all the ways I’m failing you? You’ve left me twice for other guys. When they didn’t give you what you wanted, you came crawling back to me knowing I’m going let you back in... knowing that I’m vulnerable.” He trembles at the last words of that sentence. His emotion seem so raw. He inches towards me. 5 feet...4...3... 2... 1... He wraps his arms around me. “Promise me,” he stops, studying my face,“promise me you won’t leave again. Promise me you’ll stay. I can’t bare to lose you. Not again.” The heat of his fingertips warmed my face. He cradles my neck, but doesn’t lean in. My eyes fixed on his ocean-blue eyes that I had once drowned in. I could feel the emotion behind them staring intently at me. He wiped my tears with his thumbs. I couldn’t help but to feel his love for me. I knew at this moment that I had been ignoring the emotion that he’d been trying to get me to see. I felt all the love that I had been burying jump to life. I stutter,“I- I promise, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you felt like that. I love you.” I bury my face in his chest, my arms wrapping tightley around is toned abdoment. I pull my face away and look into his eyes and study his face. He has this kind smile that makes my knees quiver. I wish he’d kiss me and forget this arguement ever happened. As if he heard what I was thinking, he gentley pressed his lips against mine. One hand on my lowerback and the other cradling my head. Fresh minty taste from his tounge burned the tip of my tounge. As I returned the favor with a gentle bite of his lip, he puts both hands on the back of my thighs and lift me up. “Bad idea.” His smirk said it all. He lays me on the bed and kisses my lips and progresses down my neck. I could feel the warmth of his love as is warmed the kissed skin. I remembered why I loved him, and I will never mistake it again.