it was getting weird. you were always there and i'm ready to admit, i may have freaked out. now you're gone, and... well... i miss you. i didn't really realize what you meant to me until i tripped over my coffee table.... the second, and yes, third time. i've realized i like what you bring to the relationship. honestly, i need what you bring. i'm not ready to say i love what you bring, but give me some time (please?).
sometimes it's too damn honest, but goddammit right now who doesn't need some honesty?
come back. i'm sorry. i won't do it again. promise me you won't.