Lavender Love

Chris, masculine and melanated with long, rich, dark locs, sat across from her wife, Armani, who was feminine and whimsical, at the dimly lit dinner table. Chris had always been the strong and thriving one; even when faced with stress and hurt, she seemed to remain unmoved. Armani, on the other hand, had always been sweet and kind in her approach but could become steel when needed.

Chris had always had a deep, unwavering love for Armani and had been confident from the moment they met that their love would always remain. Armani, although she loved Chris, had grown to feel like her life had become stale and faint.

They casually finished their dinner. Armani cleared the plates from the table and walked to the kitchen sink. Her back now turned to Chris, she timidly spoke out.

“I—I think we... we need to talk.”

“Is everything okay?” Chris asked curiously.

“Yes... No. I don’t know. I love you, but I think we should see other people.”

Chris, shocked by what she heard, just sat there.

“Is there something I did wrong?” she asked.

“What? No—”

“Well, is there someone else?” Chris interrupted.

“No,” Armani answered.

“Then what is it?” Chris asked.

“I don’t know!” Armani screamed. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to keep feeling the way that I’m feeling, and then come home to you and feel like the love I have for you has been one big lie.”

Chris scoffed. “Lie? So... almost ten years of marriage has been a lie to you?”

Armani sighed. “No.”

“Then figure it out—because you do not get to tell me you love me, then turn around and say you don’t want me anymore... that you don’t want us anymore.”