I'm sorry, but I love you.

So when you light up and take a deep drag I will be there to pull the cigarette out of your mouth. I care about you too much to let you get lung cancer. I don't want to see that pretty face deteriorate over time. Besides what will happen once we have kids? I can't have them inhaling second hand smoke, and I won't either.

Please honey just throw out that pack, it's burning a hole in your pocket. Trust me you will feel better.

I'm sorry, but I love you.

So I'm not gonna let you ride that motorcycle without out a helmet. Sure you would look great driving down the highway with your wild hair whipping around you, the picture of what a man should be. But sweetheart I don't want to be there when the cops are picking up your dismantled body off the road. I don't want to be the one that calls your mom and tells her that her son is dead.

Please honey just put that helmet on. You look damn sexy in it.

I'm sorry, but I love you.

This is for the best really. Can't you see? All we do is fight. I love you too much and it's destroying the both of us. I can't take it. That's why I'm leaving you. It's tearing me up inside. I've packed and unpacked my suitcases ten times. Now they're lined up on our bed ready to go.

This time I make it out the front door.

I'll miss you. The sound of your Harley. Your calloused hands cupping my face. The scent of our sheets.

But you see I have to leave. I'm pregnant.

Please honey take care of yourself cause I won't be able to anymore.

I'm sorry, but I love you.

I should have told you about Troy. I named him after your father. He looks just like you, all wild hair and long limbs. He's a ball of energy constantly running around and talking nonstop. He's always been like that, but now he's five and he wants to know where his dad is.

I don't know what to say to him. I can't tell him how my heart aches at night in my empty bed. How the corner of my jaw burns with the memory of your lips. I won't tell him that I haven't loved anyone since. You were it for me. My heart's not big enough to love someone else.

Please honey forgive me when I call you. I know you won't like the news.

I'm sorry, but I love you.

Your cellphone number is still the same and this makes me smile. Your shocked to hear from me. Once it sinks in you start yell. Asking me why I left, and did you do something wrong? It's your final question that kills me. Didn't I know that you loved me? My heart beats fast, butterflies riot in my stomach, and my throat goes dry. I want to say No I didn't know, instead I tell you about Troy.

My mouth takes control and I ask if you want to meet him. You surprise me by saying yes and ask us to come by on Wednesday. When we hang up I feel drained.

Troy's a ball of excited nerves when we pull up to your house. It looks the same but the paint's chipped now. Before I even put the car in park Troy is running to your door and ringing the bell. I wait for you to open the door. I have one foot out of the car when you come out. Suddenly I can't breath. I can't move.

You look different. There's no softness left in you. It changes once you see Troy. I can see that your confused, you don't know what to do with him just yet, but you love him. Love softens your eyes, it makes you bend down so your face to face with him. Troy loves you too. He tackles you with a hug, the unexpected force catches you off guard and you fall backwards. Then an amazing thing happens you smile back, and take him into your arms.

I let myself cry for the fist time since I've left you. Tears of joy and sorrow mixing together and making me sob harder. I don't realize you're next to me until I'm in your arms.

"It's ok." You say. Your hands cup my face, they feel the same and it makes me cry harder.

Please honey let me back into your life.

I'm sorry, but I love you.

It's been six months and true to your word you visit Troy everyday. He adores you. He's decided he wants to be a mechanic and have a motorcycle. When he tells me this I can't help but laugh.

There's one problem with our arrangement. I still love you and I'm helpless to stop. When you're around I can't think straight. Your crooked smile reminds me why I skipped college and decided to move in with you instead. Your touch is like some sort of addictive drug, a million times worse than nicotine. And your scent drives me crazy, all I can think about are those sleepless nights when we both had endless amounts of energy.

I want so much to be with you again. To have both Troy and I living in what should have been our house. I know you want it too so I'll wait. When you're ready you'll come to me.

And you do, one night after you put Troy to sleep. You find me in the kitchen and tell me that you're heading home. I smile and tell you to drive safe. God knows it would kill me if anything happened to you. You open the door and leave. I lock it and walk away. Maybe somethings just aren't meant to be.

Three loud knocks break my revere. I open the door and see you standing with a look of ferocious determination on your face.

"Is anything wrong?" I ask.

"Yes." You growl through clenched jaws.

"What is . . ."

You kiss me. Harsh but tender. I sink into your embrace and give you everything I have. We break away from each other gasping loudly before abruptly fusing back together. Time passes I'm not sure how fast, or how much, but it doesn't matter anymore.

"I'm sorry," You pant when we separate again. You're hand cups my jaw tenderly and I lean into it. "but I love you."

AN: I know I should really be updating my other stories, but I just couldn't resist when this idea popped into my head. I hope you enjoy it.

Review if you feel the urge!

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