She just stopped in front of me with her hand up and said simply, “I love you.”
I stared and she continued. “Baby. I know you’re sorry and you have to know that I’m just as sorry. I don’t think I made it to last Labor Day before falling in love with you.” She flicked her open hand at me and said, “Shush.”
“I know you love me even if it is not the same. If that’s who you are I know I can’t change it and I won’t try.”
Again with the “Shush.”
“Having you again as a friend, maybe again as a best friend, is enough for me. I want more and there may be times that I need more, but that’s enough for me. Now give me my fucking coffee.”