Love

Why do you love me?

Submitted by EEA on Wed, 06/20/2012 - 01:27

He was in the bus like those other times. It was night. He was deciding that this time he would leave her. There was no other way. He felt compelled to do so. Run like he did years ago. She would understand. How many times had she said the same thing?
"You are free to go." She said it so many times that the words were dead. You are free. Free to move. Free unlike me. Free to take yourself and flee.