It has been twelve hours since he checked in.
An argument with his fiancé that hit a nerve.
The audacity of her to mention his failure like he was nothing.
And the one problem they have-not just her. Him as well. Weed!
Wake. Sleep. Shit. All day he’ll smoke if he could.
It’s no secret. How he wished he nerve started.
But, that’s beside that point! Who is she with all her mistakes?
And his tongue was loose…
He mentioned the consist failed relationship. Her fatherless children.
The lack of achievements in her life!
He went on and on. No remorse as the hurt on her face left her without words.
His last words were ’Stupid Bitch!’ before marching out door to his car.
Before pulling off he stared at the house as a dust storm of emotions overwhelmed his feelings. DEEP FEELINGS.
The mistakes he may have made could have cost him dearly.
Never in his life has he lived so…so…so, normal. At peace and true love.
Yes, he loves her. Display it in many weird ways. But he would give his soul to save her.
OH, how he messed up.
He hope, she’s not thinking of leaving.
He hope, she doesn’t think for one second mean nothing to him.
He hope, she knows that what he said were revengeful, hateful words, ignited by hurt. He didn’t mean it.
He hope, when he gets home, she’s there and waiting. No matter her attitude.
So many mistakes…
He hope she’s prepared and willing to forgive him?
He looks back at their home before pulling off. Hoping…