Hey. How have you been? I talked about you a lot today. My buddy from work is like a therapist. He lets me talk about you so I can just let it out. I just miss you so bad. I get so upset when I talk about what happened. My friend asked me if I even wanted to be happy. Of course I do! I just don’t deserve to be happy. Especially after how I treated you.
For whatever reason, I thought about the stupidest thing. Remember when you first moved in? This was before you had decided you were actually moving in, but spent every second at the apartment. You were already practically living there. I took you to Walmart so you could help me pick some stuff for the place. You helped me pick out grey shower curtains that looked like they had dick tips on them (which we didn’t even noticed until they were up), shampoo and body wash, toothpaste holders, a broom, and other little stuff to get started. I was tired and wanted sleep. So we just plopped the bags on the floor. I had given you a key. I’m pretty sure you just stayed there when I left for work.
When I got home, I thought you would be gone. But there was your car…parked in the spot next to mine. My princess waiting inside for me. I walked through the door expecting to see bags everywhere. I remember driving home, dreading having to put all that crap away. But when I got in, all of the bags were gone. You had put everything away for me…well....for us. You wanted to move in. The bathroom is what stood out to me. It looked like a livable bathroom now! You set all your makeup and hair stuff in there. When you looked in to your future, you saw me. And only me. Out of all of the guys in the world, you wanted me. That’s it! You’re mine forever. Sure you can move in. I’ll take care of you, I promise…
I’m sorry I broke my promise babe. I didn’t mean to. Can we go back to the beginning? Erase the bad blood and let me try again. You loved me once. I’m still here. Could you love me again…?…Please…
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