I wasn’t going to run from him, I knew exactly what I meant. Him- Marilyn don’t go Me- (nothing) Him- You’re the only girl I ever…really loved. I thought we could be something I was going to say ‘you’re right, you THOUGHT we could be something but you fucked shit up.’ But I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that I cared. I knew I loved him but I was just too…ashamed to let anyone know that…and I know that any other girl would be in his arms in a second if he was begging for her, but nobody knew how I felt Him- (eyes watering and on his knees) I know I look desperate but it’s because I am and I’m an idiot and a bastard, any name you want to throw at me. I just want you back in my arms He had his head in his hands and I didn’t know what to do. I looked around and I saw the old woman. She had been watching the whole time. I was able to catch the look in her eyes…I could tell she wanted me to go for him, the same thing I wanted. But I what I didn’t want was that heartbreak he gave me before. These thoughts made me feel like a little girl, not able to make up her over a Barbie or a dress; in other words I felt childish. I was crying. It wasn’t a sad cry, it was a ‘I’m all alone and nobodies helping me’; cry. By this time I knew we were going to get back together. I took his hands and pulled him up close to me and said ‘It’s ok…I forgive you’. He looked...the happiest I had ever seen him. I got down on my knees in front of him and kissed him. Then we just hugged. We were holding hands and our foreheads were together. Him- I promise, this will never happen again