I let out a sigh, as I fell down onto the bed. The empty bed. He was never home. He was always so busy with work and meetings, and never had time for me. If he loved me so much, why did he never make time? I thought for a brief period that he was cheating, but he wouldn't do that to me, and it would break his heart if he thought I was accusing him of something so bad. He hardly ever came home. I love him with all my heart, I really do, but this is really getting to me. We talk on the phone and stuff, but I wish I could see his face, feel him against me.
*Beep Beep*
It was a text from John. Yep, John Cena. We've been going out for a year now, and at first, everything was great. He'd take me out to dinner, movies, and we'd have a night in, with just me and him. But for some reason, all of that faded away. He stopped coming home every night, and I'd worry myself sick.
I grabbed my cell from my pocket and read the text:
'hey sorry i couldn't make it home again baby. i promise ill make it up 2 u....i love u x'
That's all he ever said. "Oh I'm sorry baby, but I'll make it up to you." Such a lame excuse. I can't take this anymore. I wrote back:
'don't bother making it up 2 me. we need 2 talk face to face. i love u 2 x'
I didn't get a reply. Instead, about an hour and a half later, I got a knock on the door. It was John.
John: Baby, what's wrong? Is there something you're not telling me?
He said, without even walking inside. He soon did, and I sat him down on the couch.
Me: Of course not, I tell you everything. But I'm getting sick of this.
He grabbed my hands and looked me firmly in the eyes.
John: Sick of what, Emilie?
Me: Sick of the apologies, sick of you never being here for me. I can't take it anymore!
I stood up and started pacing around.
John: But you know I'm sorry, I can't get around my schedule. I wish we could be together more often.
Me: John, you're acting like you hardly know me. We're supposed to be a couple, we're supposed to spend more time with each other. I just can't believe you're acting like this.
John: I know baby, and I'm really-
Me: DON'T EVEN SAY IT!!
I grabbed my bag and cell phone and stormed out. I ran down the apartment stairs, crying my eyes out. He just doesn't get it.
I heard footsteps behind me, while I carried on walking outside.
John: Baby please! Don't leave me!
I ignored him and headed to my car.
John: EMILIE PLEASE!
I froze and he came closer behind me.
John: Wait...
Me: What else do you have to say to me, John? Am I just another one of those chicks? You don't love me.
John: Of course I-
Me: If you loved me, you'd make time. You'd comfort me, you wouldn't leave me hanging on.
John: I try shawty, you know that.
I sighed and turned to face him.
Me: I know. But I miss your embrace. I miss you lying there next to me. I miss our romantic dinners. I miss....I miss you.
The next thing I knew, he was laying the most amazing kiss of my life on me. It was incredible, so powerful and loving. He meant it this time.
John: I'm sorry.
I smiled at him and grabbed his hand.
Me: I know.
