♥ You slip me a folded piece of paper across the table.
I skeptically reach for it.
Staring at you and your beautiful face,
it’s hard to believe all the ugliness that has surrounded our every exchange.
compromise disappointment deceit
I open the piece of paper and take in the two words.
I sigh as you get up from your seat and walk over toward me.
We walk out of the room holding hands.