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When you sent the text this Monday I thought you wanted to talk **** and disappear yet again. To say some final remark, to show how somehow against all odds, I had been a bad partner and friend. I immediately thought I had to make you talk. Only one way to do it. We met this Saturday.
I hadn't seen you yet and you had already reminded me of you by your manner of texting. Your overly worrying also eventually came about too. You were still my princess. You also haven't changed, I believe you still have things to work on towards your happiness. But when we talked, we hugged, and we cried, and you explained what happened, and you know you ****** up. Although I was never mad, I have to hold you accountable. You have to do better.
Someday we might really have to part ways and I have to accept it. I can accept that knowing we're okay, healthy and moving towards happiness. But if happiness really is being together, I also want that. In a healthy manner. Something more than great. Something safe and great.
I love you B. You'll always be my Princess, no matter what
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