There Came The Pain

I wake up next to Maya; my head hurts, and I know I've had too much to drink. She's asleep, and I can remember only parts of last night. I'm not sure what I said to her or what happened between us. I remember walking into the room and calling for her; I remember that she was trying to console me. I'm not sure how to feel about it.

Why would she do that? Why would she try and make me feel better when I already hurt her so much? What kind of heart did this woman have?

She stirs next to me, and I can't help but stare at her beautiful face. She's so beautiful that it hurts to look at her. It hurts because I can't believe how much I've done to her, how much pain I've brought upon her. Every time I think about what I've done, I feel this stabbing pain in my chest.

I let out a groan and pulled myself out of bed. I kept losing the inner battle, and it was becoming too much. The more I came closer to losing the fight, the more I realized the damage I'd done to us. The more I realize the mess I