[I know I said I was taking today off but I wanted to post this today, so I’m taking tomorrow off. Back to normal schedule Wednesday. Also, linking up with yeahwrite again. And Pour Your Heart Out]
I’m sorry that when you tried to have an adult conversation with me on Friday, I totally freaked out.
And I’m really sorry that I spent the rest of the weekend systematically torturing you with my insecurity.
Also, I’m sorry about the sleep situation on Friday night/Saturday morning.
|He really was having a nightmare. I swear.|
And I’m definitely sorry about the two hours of facetiming (videochatting) on Sunday night.
Sometimes, I’m insecure and neurotic. But I'll do better. Because you’re the best guy I've ever been with. Not just because you really are wonderful in a bunch of ways and you tolerate the crazy and you reassure me over and over again when I need it.
But more importantly, because you haven’t murdered me yet.
Me (your adorably neurotic girlfriend)
|I watched Twilight this weekend.|