You were yelling to me, face all flushed.
I just cried there, could not say anything in response.
But it only made you angrier.
Finally you ran out of the apartment we were in, and I was left there, humiliated before my friends.
Our first fight.
Ever.
It had been a couple of years since we had moved together.
I should have seen it coming. No one is saved from fights in a relationship. I guess thats what this was. A relationship. The word made me feel a little better.
I suddenly remember that day, like something would have reminded me of it.
We were invited to my friends' place for dinner, to get to know him, but I had acted stupid earlier that day. I cannot remember what I had done. But it had made him angry, mad, so mad, that he yelled before people. He never did that. Not even when a couple of guys tried to hit on me. And he had been really mad that day.
I cannot remember what he had said to me, what he had yelled. Did it matter? Maybe. Maybe not.
I don't know.
Do I even care?
I should care, right?
My head feels heavy all of a sudden.
Maybe I just need some sleep, it is late. I have an early morning tomorrow, anyway.
But why am I leaving so early? Where am I going? I just know I have something to do, something important.
Could it be about.. him?
I change and go to bed, about to think about him again, but when my head hits the pillow, I fall asleep. Deep, nurturing sleep.
Too soon, tomorrow comes knocking on the door of my mind.
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