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“Tell me you love me! If you really do, then tell me!” He yelled as though she were across the room, though she was only inches from his face. He was holding her arms and she was beginning to cry.
“I do love you,” managed through the tears, barely able to get the sentence out. He stared her down for several seconds and then sighed.
“Next time you say it,” he said letting her go with a shove, “at least try to mean it.”
Just as he finished speaking he began to turn away. She grabbed his arm and he snapped his head back around quickly to which his face was met with a smack. She shoved his arm away in the same manner he had used seconds before and pointed at him, directly between the eyes.
“You don’t have to believe me,” she yelled gaining control of herself; “but don’t you ever, ever, tell me who I don’t love.”
This came to me in the shower 2 days ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. These ‘scenes’, as I call them, appear to me at random. In the shower, in my car, at work, while reading, there seems to be no end to them. Most of what I write is a scene that has appeared to me at some point. I am thankful for them because without them I would have nothing to put down. Thinking of my own seems too difficult, but I’ve already gone over that.
Right now my wife is at a party and I’m sitting here with a runny nose, burning eyes, a dry mouth and a stomach ache. I want to just shut down and let this be over with but I’d feel even worse tomorrow and I have a family party to go to.
I feel I should be putting more down here but I’m starting to doze off. Not even 11pm on a Saturday and my night is already over.
ETC.
“I do love you,” managed through the tears, barely able to get the sentence out. He stared her down for several seconds and then sighed.
“Next time you say it,” he said letting her go with a shove, “at least try to mean it.”
Just as he finished speaking he began to turn away. She grabbed his arm and he snapped his head back around quickly to which his face was met with a smack. She shoved his arm away in the same manner he had used seconds before and pointed at him, directly between the eyes.
“You don’t have to believe me,” she yelled gaining control of herself; “but don’t you ever, ever, tell me who I don’t love.”
This came to me in the shower 2 days ago and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about. These ‘scenes’, as I call them, appear to me at random. In the shower, in my car, at work, while reading, there seems to be no end to them. Most of what I write is a scene that has appeared to me at some point. I am thankful for them because without them I would have nothing to put down. Thinking of my own seems too difficult, but I’ve already gone over that.
Right now my wife is at a party and I’m sitting here with a runny nose, burning eyes, a dry mouth and a stomach ache. I want to just shut down and let this be over with but I’d feel even worse tomorrow and I have a family party to go to.
I feel I should be putting more down here but I’m starting to doze off. Not even 11pm on a Saturday and my night is already over.
ETC.