He crawled close so that his face blocked out the ceiling. We stared at each other for a while before he spoke again.

"What kind of emotion didn't I show?"

"Well, when I talked to or about certain people, you didn't get jealous like some guys. Then when I was excited about something, you weren't happy for me," I said in a tiny voice.

"So you wanted me to get jealous or excited over stupid things?" 

I nodded, wishing I could be somewhere else. Alex leaned in closer.

"For the record, Eliza, I did show some emotions, but you didn't see them because I expressed them somewhere else," he said slowly. Then he did something so unlike him; he kissed me passionately.

When we were dating, our kisses were so bland and boring. I normally thought I was the problem, but once I found out it was him I wasn't too happy. Alex pulled away, a smug smile on his face.

"Happy I'm showing emotion?" He chuckled. I shoved him away and got up. He stood also and placed a hand on my waist.

"I'm sorry, Eliza. If you give me a second chance, I promise I'll do better," he pleaded. I turned to him, wanting to answer, but had no words to tell him.

It took me almost six years to finally forgive him and take him back. But once I did, our relationship flourished. We are now happily married with a child on the way. I couldn't be happier.

Emily Radenmacher