the sweetness and the heat.
You brought sunshine to a winter town.
The caress of the sun on skin;
it followed you when you left.
I should never have bid thee farewell;
I should have held you tight,
And sought out your fond kiss again.
The sun left when you did,
Leaving everything dreich.
Brittle roses, dead in the vase;
The petals lie shrivelled on your desk.
The whisky has no sweetness now;
I’m left with memories that burn.”
I played the voicemail again and a third time, letting the tears flow freely. I sat on the couch a long time, letting his words wash over me.
Two messages buzzed on my phone.
Stuart:I won’t give up fighting for us.
Stuart:Fuck I hope you got a phone or I’m just talking to thin air.
My heart was a little lighter, seeing his texts. I was mad, but I missed him. Iwantedhim. The thought of never seeing him again was more awful than how I felt about his mistake.
There was only one thing to do: message him.
Me:I got a phone.
Me:And I got your messages and Caroline’s
Three dots immediately started to wriggle on screen.
Stuart:it’s true what I said. I’m sorry I hurt you and I love you, hen. With all my heart.
Stuart:to find you gone when I got out of the snow was… I thought I’d died on the inside. Everything about Stephen was meaningless. All I wanted was you.
Stuart:Can we talk? Face to face?
A small part of me was still furious but I just wanted him to hear and see him again.
Me:okay
Me:here’s my address. I’ll be waiting
I quickly typed out the Tube stop and my address, and then washed off my ruined make-up. I changed out of my crumpled work clothes into yoga pants and a knit top. I straightened up the flat, suddenly nervous about him seeing the place untidy.
As I straightened the scatter cushions for the seventh time, someone knocked on the door.