Relapse

I met Ezra Booker when we were five. I fell in love with him when we were twelve. I married him when we were twenty.

He left me when we were thirty.

Now, five years later, he's come home--this time, according to him, to stay.

I don't believe him.

He wants two weeks to change my mind. Two weeks to convince me to love him again.

I can last two weeks.

Maybe.

Then again... one more time wouldn't hurt....