“Compassion” by Tammera

I was made for loving you, baby… you were made for loving me… I can’t get enough of you, baby… can you get enough of me?

It was the soft sensual drawl of a woman’s husky voice in the background, a melody that drifted from the radio so ironically, so paradoxically, the second you walked in through the door.

I was hunched over the sink, heard and recognized your footsteps, but I chose not to turn around. I didn’t want to look into your eyes because then you’d look into my own red-rimmed bright ones, and that would be no good. That wouldn’t drag us anywhere but further down.
So I splashed the water loudly with my hands, sending droplets of water crashing onto the counter left and right, onto the gaping black glass of the kitchen window in front of me, and onto my face, where the water could mingle with the tears and paint a puzzle of wetness I hoped you wouldn’t solve.

But you surprised me.

The song, the water, the curve of my shoulder that couldn’t help but tug my body towards yours. You came up behind me and dropped your things, wrapped your arms around me,hugged me close, reminding me why we are still together, you and I.

~Angreek87