“What?” I said. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?” Jackie said.
“I don’t know — like I’m some kind of a freak for wanting to be with Mary.”
“What does she have that I don’t have?” Jackie asked with tears in her eyes.
“Well, for starters, she isn’t you.”
“Hate me that much, huh?”
“Can you blame me?”
Jackie placed both hands in front of her body. “No, of course not. What I did was wrong.”
“You can say that–“
“What I did was horrible — to leave you at the altar wasn’t just embarrassing, it was wrong.”
“You left me at the altar, crying in front of our family and friends.”
“I thought I was in love with–“
“Not another word about Todd,” I said.
“I don’t love him,” Jackie said. “Never did. Well, I thought I did, but it was just sex.”
“You left me at the altar!” I said.
Jackie removed her sunglasses to dap her eyes with a tissue. “I was wrong for doing that.”
“And, I know you love me, not Mary.”
“How the fuck do you know who or what I love?” I said. “Besides, you lost the right to try to figure me out.”
“Tell me you love me,” Jackie said, inching closer to me. My heart skipped several beats at the green of her oval eyes.
“Go on and tell me. Tell me you love me.”
“Shh.” Jackie placed her finger to my lips. “All I want to hear is that you love me.”
I sucked in a deep breath and blew out a sharp sigh. “I–“
“I…” Jackie leaned in and motioned.
“You win. I love you.”
(Dusting off Dreams #12 out of 167k in poem)