I won't call again, I promise.
But I need to see you face to face, because I'm never as good as when you're there.
And I can see myself, the way you look at me.
And I'm sorry.
If we could just get together and find some time to talk.
Let's say all the things we meant to.
His anguish was plain; I yearned to comfort him, but I was at a loss to know how. My hand reached toward him involuntarily; quickly, though, I dropped it to the table, fearing that my touch would only make things worse. I realized slowly that his words should frighten me. I waited for that fear to come, but all I could seem to feel was an ache for his pain.
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