I said, "Maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me. After all, you're my wonderwall..."
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Matthew sat on the edge of the cama which came to be mine, for the time. He placed two glasses of soda on the nightstand and gave me an adopted quizzical look. "Crazy? Crazy as in 'crazy for leaving your husband' or 'crazy for wanting to find a man who is, literally, your soul mate'?" "Both." "Absolutely not." I shook my head, not having it. "Don't lie to me, Matthew. You think I'm insane. Delusional. In over my head." He leaned in on a hand, closer to me... as if the closeness would somehow convince me he wasn't lying. "Quite the label, aren't they? You're just a pained soul, Jamie." I couldn't help but smile, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Pained soul," I repeated lightly. "Well, I guess that's better than nutcase."
"I told Charlie he was being greedy, wanting what he couldn't have. I think I'm the one that's being greedy," Matthew never once took his eyes off me, which made me feel a little... I don't know. "I just keep asking myself, If I was lucky enough to see him that night, then are the chances of it happening again really that slim? I don't think so. It's crazy, but I refuse to believe it's not going to happen." He nodded his head, listening intently to every word I muttered. I pulled my knees to rest against my chest. "I just feel like it's wrong to not know where he is. Not in the sense that I deserve to know, but that I should know. Having absolutely no idea makes me wonder if I'm no longer a part of him. Does that make sense?"
"That makes perfect sense. If you ask me, I think he'd be crazy not to find you again. You're a beautiful person, Jamie, inside and out. I just think you haven't been given that chance to truly believe it." My gaze dropped for a moment then lifted again to look at him. "Where did you learn to be so understanding?" He gave a slight shrug, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "It's in my nature, I suppose." An unavoidable grin formed its shape on my mouth. "Thank you, Matthew... for everything. I don't think I could have gotten through this without your help. The last thing I wanted was to see a psychiatrist, but I'm glad I did. Charlie was right - you're exactly what I needed." A rosy tint flushed his cheeks as he cleared his throat. This time he was the one glancing at the gap between us.
His ocean blue eyes looked at me, practically burning me. "I want you to know that if you come to a dead end, you always have a place here, Jamie. I care about you and I'll take care of you if you need me to." I tilted my head to the side a bit, my smile growing. "I know. Thank you." I leaned in, closing the gap, and gently kissed his cheek. "You're a wonderful man, Matthew. Now where's the popcorn?"
"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" Matthew sat on the edge of the cama which came to be mine, for the time. He placed two glasses of soda on the nightstand and gave me an adopted quizzical look. "Crazy? Crazy as in 'crazy for leaving your husband' or 'crazy for wanting to find a man who is, literally, your soul mate'?" "Both." "Absolutely not." I shook my head, not having it. "Don't lie to me, Matthew. You think I'm insane. Delusional. In over my head." He leaned in on a hand, closer to me... as if the closeness would somehow convince me he wasn't lying. "Quite the label, aren't they? You're just a pained soul, Jamie." I couldn't help but smile, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Pained soul," I repeated lightly. "Well, I guess that's better than nutcase."
"I told Charlie he was being greedy, wanting what he couldn't have. I think I'm the one that's being greedy," Matthew never once took his eyes off me, which made me feel a little... I don't know. "I just keep asking myself, If I was lucky enough to see him that night, then are the chances of it happening again really that slim? I don't think so. It's crazy, but I refuse to believe it's not going to happen." He nodded his head, listening intently to every word I muttered. I pulled my knees to rest against my chest. "I just feel like it's wrong to not know where he is. Not in the sense that I deserve to know, but that I should know. Having absolutely no idea makes me wonder if I'm no longer a part of him. Does that make sense?"
"That makes perfect sense. If you ask me, I think he'd be crazy not to find you again. You're a beautiful person, Jamie, inside and out. I just think you haven't been given that chance to truly believe it." My gaze dropped for a moment then lifted again to look at him. "Where did you learn to be so understanding?" He gave a slight shrug, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "It's in my nature, I suppose." An unavoidable grin formed its shape on my mouth. "Thank you, Matthew... for everything. I don't think I could have gotten through this without your help. The last thing I wanted was to see a psychiatrist, but I'm glad I did. Charlie was right - you're exactly what I needed." A rosy tint flushed his cheeks as he cleared his throat. This time he was the one glancing at the gap between us.
His ocean blue eyes looked at me, practically burning me. "I want you to know that if you come to a dead end, you always have a place here, Jamie. I care about you and I'll take care of you if you need me to." I tilted my head to the side a bit, my smile growing. "I know. Thank you." I leaned in, closing the gap, and gently kissed his cheek. "You're a wonderful man, Matthew. Now where's the popcorn?"