I'm All Yours

E I G H T

T H E O

I wanted to fall to my knees and let the ground eat me up the second she left me

I wanted to cry at the stupid mistake I made when I was 22 and I couldn't take it back.

But I wasn't about to quit. I wanted one thing and one thing only and that was the woman who was walking away from me as I scrambled to my feet - jogging after her - trying to catch her before she got back to the wedding.

The second she entered that room I knew it was over. I knew that I couldn't talk to her. I knew that her words were final and this was done, my chance was gone.

It was a room full of prying eyes - where we had to act like we we didn't know each other.

It was a room of our current lives and we couldn't think of the past anymore.

"Naomi!" I called out and she only quickened her step

"Naomi, wait!" I shouted after her, as my chance was growing to be nothing but a mere memory

I needed her to remember what we once were. How we were...How we could be that again.

How I could be a better man, for her and forever.

I luckily managed to catch up to her - standing infront of her - giving her any opportunity to step around me and go back into the wedding, but also the option to listen to me

She took one look at me as she breathed a quick breath, as her voice became strained and painful as she shook her head no, "No Theo. No we're not doing this again. We just did this. We both said what we had to say" her voice sounded weak and defeated, like she didn't want to hear me out, but couldn't help but do it

She stayed still.

She didn't step around me.

She didn't push me out of the way, she just stood there.

She stood there, refusing to look at me in the eyes.

"Let it go" she whispered, talking about us. Our situation, whilst looking down at her feet because she knew that she couldn't tell me to do that when she hadn't even done it herself

I knew she could still feel whatever we had and she couldn't deny it - so pushing me away was the best bet.

She still felt that fire. That conflict. The memories. And our love.

"Let us go" she said as I wanted nothing more than to step forward and pull her into me

"Let me go" she mumbled as I stopped myself and blinked.

She really wanted me to stop? She really wanted this to be the end of us?

She really wanted to throw all of this away?

She really wanted to turn around and act like there wasn't something between us?

Fuck that.

I furrowed my brows as I stared at the woman across from me, who was very much the girl I fell in love with, but had the hard shell of a hurt woman hiding her

Holding her back

"Can I just ask why?" I asked her as I reached out and held her fiddling fingers - knowing that I wasn't the cause of her being nervous, it was the conversation topic - but I never wanted her to feel alone

Her movements stilled the moment I touched her and she finally looked back up at me and I couldn't even hide the small smile making its way onto my face - feeling like this was just like old times.