my latest dream.

She finally agreed to talk to me.
She walks in and we stand against the window, facing the kitchen.

I ask her, "How can you treat me this way? You treat me worse than a homeless person on the street. I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

She says, "I know."

I don't understand.


Out of frustration, I sit down.
I raise my voice, "How can you be this way? After everything we've been through?"

She slowly walks over, and lightly wraps her fingers around my jaw.
And in the same motion, she pulls me in
and kisses me.

She means it.

I'm released, only to see her smile

as she walks out the back door.