The Last Yes
He would always find some way to patch things up after, never believing our love could actually be in trouble.
After all, each time he used one of those cards, he would follow it up with a gift as if that made everything okay.
He thought it was compensation, a prize for my silence.
With that in mind, he opened my jewelry box.
Inside, everything he had ever given me was still there, untouched.
Rows of the same fancy bracelets, makeup still in its packaging.
He thought about the gifts for Janet, how he had known exactly which designer bags she liked.
He had gone ahead and ordered every new model for her, sending them all to her doorstep.