So... I sat VH1 down and told him how I felt.
Told him that I wasn't in this anymore.
Told him that I got to get out of this.
He looked at me and blinked. Told me he loved me. Went outside and sat on the steps.
He came back in and told me that he didn't want this to be over. He loved me more than anything.
For about a week things were odd. We were in a fog.
I can home one day and he'd made dinner....like full out meal. Gourmet.
He's eyes were red. He said....
THIS. CANT. BE. OVER.
blah blah blah.....it ain't over.
We're together... And honestly things are better.
... I can't say much else love is what it is....
Stab me with spoons....again