Needing Him

Walking in, it is late. She is sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine. I don’t even know if I should go over and hug her anymore. Sitting down next to her, I look at the tv, waiting for her to talk, yet she stays quiet. All I want to do is wrap my arms around her, pull her to me and kiss her, but it feels wrong, the fact that she is so distant.

“So, didn’t go to plan?” She nods at my face. Seeing the marks, I forgot about them and I'm shocked she doesn’t seem concerned.

“No, the new guy got into a fight with locals, ran and hid in the truck, leaving us to fight his battles.” She nods, turning her head back to the TV. I feel like I have already lost her. Wrapping my arm around her, I pull her to me. I don’t know what to do to show her how much I still love her.

Sitting, I think of ideas, anything that will cause her to react, to say something or to think about fighting for this relationship.

“Let’s renew our vows.” I look at her waiting, watching her face, seeing her reaction. She i