Last night, during those dark hours when everything seems so much worse, I was tempted to visit her in her room. To apologize for being an ass. To beg her to tell me she didn’t rat me out to the feds. To tell me she didn’t leave because she doesn’t love me. Because I’m fucking in love with her and damn if it’s the hardest thing to stop doing, especially in the middle of the night when I want her next to me in my bed.
