So, it's been a while since I wrote this, but I thought it was O.K. A little feedback, please?
I hoped this day would never come, but here it is. I had begged, pleaded, and cried for him to stay. Every time we argued about it, it went the same way. But this was the last time.
“You just, ugh, you can’t go.” We were standing in the airport, right outside of the gate were he would leave me to go to the States, ten minutes until the flight would board, until I would lose him forever.
“I have to, baby. It’s my dream, my once chance at becoming something more.” He replied. Even though I had heard it a thousand times before, it shot me to hear it again. “I love you, but this is my opportunity. Once I’m going steady I’ll move you out there and we’ll live together, happy again. “
I felt a kick. “I don’t want you to go.” Another kick. “You just…you can’t. I won’t be able to live alone. I’ve grown too dependent on you.” 8 minutes.
“Honey, Honey don't.” He pulled me into his arms with as much love as he could give me at that moment. “You’re strong, love. You’re amazing, smart, and I know you can handle yourself-you’ve done it before.”
I pulled away slightly. 7 minutes. “You believe in me too much.” I replied.
“You underestimate yourself to much.” He pulled me back and ran his fingers through my hair. “You can handle yourself. Babe, I have to go. You have taken care of yourself in the past when you were alone and you can do it again. I know you can, you can do anything.” He said with a jokily tone.
“You idolize me way too much.” I replied.
“No, I don’t. I have to go…I believe in you. I love you, never forget that. Just don’t. You can take care of yourself, and I do know that I love you. I wouldn’t leave you if I didn’t know it.I’ll call you when I land.” He kissed me and started to walk away.
A Whisper barely left my mouth. I was going to tell him before this, but it got stalled. Another kick. He was 20 feet away, so he could still hear me. He turned around and yelled “I believe in you.”
And to my surprise, I yelled the truth, “But back then I wasn’t pregnant!” I was crying. I never wanted him to find it out like this.
“You’re lying.” He walked back up to me. “You can’t be. You would’ve already told me.”
“I couldn’t.” I whispered.
“You’re trying to keep me here, you little liar. Trying to stall me for my dreams. And I had more faith in you than that. I thought you loved me.”
And with that, he walked away, as I collapsed on the floor. I cried, tears running down my face, as If there was no one else there. The baby kicked again. “I know,” I said to the baby, “daddy just left us.” And I cried.
