On second chances and second thoughts

A bouquet of flowers freshly picked from the lobby

While doing my third world tasks at the office, I received a notice that something was delivered for me at the lobby. So I sprinted out of the journals building off to the main building and the next thing, I was standing right next to the messenger, holding a bouquet of flowers, mouth agape, frothing. Opening the floodgate were the words:


 Gabby,


Every day without you is like slow painful death. I’ll die every day until the day you come back.


I ♥ U,


Rye

That was my ex-boyfriend over there courting his way for another chance, for the candy sprinkles and cherries on top, for forgiveness, and for the rest of his life in paradise.

I would love to, I miss you…

But I’m dying. I’m half-alive.