“No, Sarah, you can't hide from me. I know you better than you'd like to know.”
“But I think we still need to figure out each other.”
He watches me in disbelief. “You don't know how desperate I am to get inside your head and discover all the nooks and crannies you have there, I want to claim you as my own, I want to marry you and hold you back before you realize who I am and what I did with your life.”
My hand slips to his leg, that's all I can do. His words left me speechless.
But something slips through my teeth, “What's your favorite color?”
“What?” he laughs.
I open my heart once more, so he understands what's going on here.
“The day you left, I had finally understood what love was. I knew that I loved you, I knew that I would give my life for someone I didn’t really knew. I didn't know your favorite color, nor when your birthday was. I didn't know your biggest fear or which of the holidays was your favorite and yet, I loved you, Iloveyou, and you could give me the worst answers and I would love you anyway because I know myself well enough to tell that I want it all. And if you run away from me again, I'll come after you like I did last time, because one thing I know for sure is that we were born to be together and yes, our history is dark and complicated but what I feel now is the purest thing I have.”
Bruno is watching the road, listening to me carefully, so I continued.
“The day you left, I hated you, but then I realize you made me stronger, so strong that I decided for both of us. I chooseyouBruno, stop thinking that one day I'm going to wake up and realize that you were my torturer, because these marks,” I show him my arm. “don't let me forget where I came from and yet there isn't a single day I regret being with you. You must forgive yourself Bruno, I forgive you a long time ago.”
Bruno stares at the road, pain is written on his face. My words are raw and honest.
This issue must end once and for all, and we must move forward.
The minutes pass by and he is still immersed in his thoughts; I don't press him, I let him; navigate his mind.
“It's blue. My birthday is on October 31st and yes, I hate Halloween because I could never celebrate my birthday on the same day without someone being in a fucking costume. My biggest fear now is losing you and I still don't have any favorite holiday, but I’m guessing now that you’re in my life, all of them.”
“It was your birthday, and you couldn't tell me?!” my clenched fist hits his arm hard. “Dammit, Bruno! What kind of girlfriend am I?”
He's laughing, casually.
“The best kind, Sarah.” He grabs my hand and kiss it.
