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defeated love

Joe lay on the bed peering down at me, sprawled on my knees on the floor. He seemed to be deep in thought, careful in forming his thoughts and words. Perhaps he could see the fear and defeat behind all the tears. I didn’t dare look up at him. This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened. And I’m sure it won’t be the last.

“Come lay on the bed,” he said, holding his hand out towards me. I hesitated. Fear still beat through my heart. I swallowed and took his hand. He made room on the bed for me as I lay down next to him, positioning my head near his armpit, careful of not touching him, my arms covering my chest.

“Come here.”

He pulled me into him, placing my head on his left shoulder, and wrapping my arms and legs around him. His voice was so soothing, his embrace, forgiving. We lay in silence; I did not speak because I could not find my voice; he didn’t because he was afraid of what I might do. I continued crying – silent sniffles here and there, the tears streaming down the side of my face. He gathered his arms tighter around me, hoping it would hush the crying.

“I love you.”

“I know Catherine, I know. I love you too.”