The light from the lamp is weak. I can barely see the piece of paper in front of me. I continue writing regardless. I must finish this letter. I want her to know how I feel. I want her to know that I understand that what I did was wrong.
She broke up with me yesterday. She found out I’d been cheating on her. I don’t know how it happened. One second I was downing shots in the club and the next second I was in bed with another woman. When I woke up in the morning and saw a naked woman who wasn’t her next to me I knew I’d ruined my life.
I told her straight away. We shouldn’t keep secrets from each other. She cried. She said I was awful. She said I’d broken her heart. Then she walked out the door and my heart was broken too.
She has to know. She has to know that I’m sorry. She has to know that I still want to be with her. She has to know I still love her. I will write everything I feel down and then she can read my honest words.
She grips my hand tightly. I can tell the bird shocked her. He is stood on the fence to our left. She didn’t notice him at all as we approached and then, when he was right next to her ear, he let out a little song. The song was beautiful, warm, happy, and if she’d known the bird was there she would have felt joy in her heart.
She has always been jumpy. I have to watch a film before I watch it with her to check that there isn’t anything that will scare her.
Her hand loosens a little. She has got over the initial shock. She looks at the bird and smiles. He sings again. His song is high and pretty. We watch him leap into the air and fly off into the blue sky.
She says we should get a pet. I tell her I have always wanted a dog. She says a dog would be lovely. We agree to have a look on the internet when we get home. The animal shelters will have dogs we can adopt.
He barks at us. It is the happiest sound I have ever heard. He sits even though we did not tell him to sit. She reaches out and strokes his head.
Maybe it is possible to love multiple things at the same time. We will have to wait to see how the little fellow ends up fitting into our busy lives.
© Dominik Slusarczyk