"Talking to you helps".
I wish I was where you are.
"Will you come back to my corner…"
I just found this in my notebook. It’s a grocery list from this last weekend with a message added that I was unaware of until now. It gave me a huge lump in my throat, not because of the sweet intentions but more of a reminder of how badly I treated her only a few hours later.
I only hope that she can forgive me and let me rebuild the trust and expectations that I lost this weekend.
If only I would have stopped when I needed to, then I could have been where I want to be right now. But that what happens when you cut the breaks. You crash and you burn. And it changes you forever. I’m better than this, but I have no one to prove it to other than myself.