Once again Simon sighs as he straightens up, shame and regret surrounding him as he looks at the silver ring on his finger. A promise of love chaining him to his wife. She herself didn't deserve this, she is kind and loving woman, but every time he looks at those rings his heart tightens. He preferred an easy marriage to you. Unable to assume his love for another man fully, your smile his nemesis, the memory of your body under his calloused hand, your eyes, your voice .... bitter memories.

His own cowardice got him. He thinks back to his wedding, you only stayed briefly, just long enough to give him an envelope with a piece of paper giving him an address and a key. Your last words I'll be waiting for you Simon, before you disappeared from his life, his love for you gnawing at him.

But tonight the longing is too strong, to painful , as he silently climbs out of bed, going into his office, his hands trembling as he opens the envelope and takes the address and key. The journey to your house is made in a haze of questions and doubts. The vulnerability, despair he feels , softening the features of his face as he parks , and presses the doorbells. His heartbeat echoes in his ears as he prays that you've waited for him, that you're still there for him. and his bullshits.