One Chance By Steph Cohen

I stared at Taylor through the tears in my eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you," I heard him say. "I love you." He wrapped his arms around me. I didn't say anything. I didn't move...didn't talk...I just stood there. He continued with his apology, "You said yourself that one day, we'd each have to go out with someone else, just for a little bit." He paused and, without looking at him, I could sense that he was about to cry. He kissed the top of my head, "I love you, Ki, I really do." I didn't know what to say. I knew he was right...I had told him that I wouldn't care if her ever decided to go on a date with another girl.

We'd been dating since I was 15. He was 16. He'd never really had a girlfriend before that...I'd had many boyfriends before him, though.

"I'm sorry," he told me again. This time, I back away. I looked into his watery blue eyes. A hurt look filled them.

I took a deep breath, "No, tay, I'm the one that's sorry."

He gave me a confused, yet shocked look, "What do you mean?"

I closed my eyes, taking in all that surrounded me. I breathed in, collecting my thoughts. "Tay, hunny, I love you, but I can't do this."

"Do what? Ki, what do you mean?"

I sihged, "Tay....Taylor...Jordan...Taylor, I love you, but you need to know what it's like to date other people. You need to find yourself...You need to discover what love is..."

Taylor interrupted me, "Kiara," he shook his head, "No, Ki, Ki, babe, I love you. It doesn't take much to see that I love you! I don't need to learn anything! I know enough! I love you, Ki!!!"

Tears burned my eyes. One tear escaped, burning my face as it trickled down to my chin. "Tay, I love you too." I wiped away the tear. "Tay, hunny, this is for the best. It's our only choice."

I wanted to turn away. I wanted to run. I wanted to get away from Taylor. But, I stayed. I stayed and I listened to him plead. "Ki, don't do this to us."

"I'm sorry, Tay, I just don't know what else to do."

The hurt look in his eyes, sudden;y turned into a look of hope, "Give me one more chance. I love you Ki, Please."

I let a few more tears fall from my eyes, "Okay. ONE last chance, Tay."

He smiled and then wrapped his arms around me tightly once again. He kissed the top of my head. "You won't regret it, Ki," he whispered, "I love you. I'll never hurt you again. Never."

For some reason, I didn't believe him then, but now, five years have passed...we're married and have three wonderful children. We're happy. I'm glad, now, that we never broke up. All he needed was one chance. One chance at a different chance at breaking my heart...and one last chance at making our love work. And the one chance changed our lives. One Chance.