A/N: Once again…this is short. Longer post later, I promise.
I don't know why I left you. It was probably the biggest mistake of my life, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. I definitely owe you an explanation.
I was scared. I'm a coward. I was freaked out because of my feelings for you. Ever since I had started dating you it had become a more intense feeling that I felt, and that scared the shit out of me. I had never felt it for anyone else before. So it was new, and most of my relationships had only lasted a couple of months. You were different though, I wanted our relationship to last forever. I wanted to get married to you. So I don't know why I ran if I wanted you so badly.
I was so scared of how much I cared about you. I repeat myself when I'm trying to make a point, so I'm sorry if I've said that millions of times already.
When I left I went up to my parents house. They passed away in a car crash a while back, you know that, so the house was empty. I met this girl named Jennifer, and I thought that she would be able to just get me back on my feet and make me remember why I needed to stay with you. But she didn't. So instead, every night we would just hang out at a bar and get drunk off our asses, then go home and have sex. I'm ashamed now to say that, but it needs to be said.
So, I guess I should elaborate more, eh? Jesus, where do I start? At the beginning, I'm guessing.
This is my story, I hope it doesn't hurt you too much.