I walked out of his apartment, his words still ringing in my ears. How could I have been so stupid to think he would just want to pick up from where we left off. I knew I had hurt him with my words, and I would do anything to be able to take them back. I could hear them floating in the air around us as we talked, and I could tell by the hurt in his eyes that they haunted him as well. He said he wanted someone who would love him, accept him for who he was. I loved him, and I wanted him, no, more than that, I needed him. The way he had held me, kissed me, those moments of his bare skin against mine told me that he wanted me as well.

All I had to do was fine a way to prove to him that I could be the person he wanted to spend his life with, make a home with, maybe one day marry.

I laughed to myself, shit, if I didn’t I probably would have cried. The rain began to fall, and I sped up, wanting to get back to the warmth of my apartment, hoping that Em would be out so I could wallow in my stupidity alone.

By the time I reached home, I was soaked to the skin. It was deathly quiet when I opened the door, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I shook the rain off my coat. I hurried to my bedroom and grabbed some dry clothes, stripping off my wet shirt and jeans as I headed to the shower.

The hot water warmed me instantly, and I stayed under it until my skin was almost pink. I dried myself quickly, throwing on my clothes and headed to the couch, curling up on it.

I decided I had two choices.

Accept the fact that I had fucked up, and that nothing I could do would change his mind about me or fight to get him back. I knew which one I wanted, the only question was, could I do it? I reached out and grabbed his book from the table, smiling when I saw his face looking at me from the back cover before opening it and reading the inscription.

"Super Hero." Yeah right! That was the last thing I felt like at the moment. I wished I was, that somehow I could turn back time to the moment when I had lost him, take back the words I’d spoken. I didn’t mean them, but I panicked for a second and all I could hear were other people’s voices. It was their words I spoke instead of my own. And while they may have had my best interests at heart, listening to them caused me to make the biggest mistake of my life.

I would fight to get him back, how, I had no fucking idea, and if he still didn’t realize that I loved him, I would go on fighting.

We were meant to be together, I knew that the moment I had seen him, all I had to do was convince him of that. I may have lost him momentarily, but once I had him back in my life I would never let him go again.