One one hand, I want to drive down there. I want to throw myself in her arms. I want to weep and beg for forgiveness. I want to get down on one knee. I want to spin her around in my arms. I want to kiss her deeply. I want to hold her. I want to see her smile. I want to know that every transgression is forgotten. I want to know that I can fulfill all that I ever promised.
On the other, I know I shouldn't. It's so unfair of me to tug at her heart like that. I'm afraid she'll cut right through me. I'm afraid that I'll be rejected. I'm afraid that I'll make promises of silence, because I can't keep them. I'm afraid that everything I say or do falls on deaf ears. I'm afraid to be hated. I'm afraid if she threatens to stab me in the chest, I'll ask her to. I'm afraid that things will stay the way they are.
Which is the right hand?
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