September 22, 455 H.E.


I know I owe you an apology, and I know I am being stubborn. You are a grown woman and you have the right to pursue your own relationships without interference. I know this because I tell myself this very fact over and over again. Not that it helps, evidently.

I should not have scared him off. I should not have dismissed your irritation (irritation may be an understatement).

I will apologize next time I see you. I will probably make the excuse of being over-protective. I will know it's a lie. You might, I'm not sure. You will almost definitely call me a Dolt. I will deserve it.

I just couldn't spend tonight like every other. Waking up, wanting you. Wondering who you had chosen instead.