I'm sorrrrrrrrrrrrry baby, things get easier :c
It’s what I can only hope for at this point. /:
I just don’t understand. You’re in jail for six months, and durring the whole six months, I wait for you. I write to you every, single, day. Out of the entire six months, you wrote me back, four times, each time confessing your love to me. Well, you stopped writing, but I still wrote you, waiting on a letter from you in the mail, every, single, day. But, nothing. Nothing from you. One night, I’m at one of my bestfriend’s house, and on her night stand is seven letters from you, confessing your love to her. The very next day, I get on facebook.. some random girl messages me, she’s the mother of your new born son. But yet, I still write to you. You got out of jail, Christmas morning. I come over to surprise you and to give you gifts. You’re on the sofa with your son and his mother. You act like you don’t know who I am. Not even my name. <//3
