Open Means Open Means

“Don’t leave me,” he whispers. “Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving. “Really?” His eyes widen. “What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?” He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.” “What?” I snap. “Marry me,” he whispers.”

“Don’t leave me,” he whispers.<br />
“Oh, for crying out loud—no! I am not going to go!” I shout and it’s cathartic. There, I’ve said it. I am not leaving.<br />
“Really?” His eyes widen.<br />
“What can I do to make you understand I will not run? What can I say?”<br />
He gazes at me, revealing his fear and anguish again. He swallows. “There is one thing you can do.”<br />
“What?” I snap.<br />
“Marry me,” he whispers.”
Karuna Sapra

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