"That’s what dating’s for," you said as you pushed me out the door. I don’t blame you for that. There were plenty of reasons to do it. Not least of which was my picking at you. You said you didn’t want to talk about it. I ought to know when to take a hint. So its ok, that part of it. But you left…
Please, let us talk directly. I need this, more than anything. Please, I beg of you. So much I would give just for this. Please have mercy upon my mistake. I did not think about my actions, I do not mean to harm, or use you. I see now the error of my ways. Please.
I know I have done it before, but those were different times and different circumstances. This is the only real serious relationship I’ve really been in. Please do not go.
Everything I’ve said, was so blind and without consideration. I’m not sure what came over me. Please talk to me, on voice. I’ll do anything you say, I’ll communicate more, we’ll do more things together. You bind me to this earth. I’m so stupid, please. Rebecca please, no more distant torture. I am in tears. I don’t want to go on without you.
My skype is mainframe.jesus.
If you have forgotten.