❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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IT'S BEEN THREE three days since I've seen Lila.
As soon as I had gotten home on Saturday, I regretted everything I had said to her.
But the words were thrown out there, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do to take them back.
I've debated so many times to text her and apologize, but that wasn't nearly enough for how I want to convey how sorry I truly am.
I knew I freaked out.
My whole life I've never had anything to look after anyone except for my sisters. They were my rock, and I was theirs.
But then Lila Matthews waltzed into my life and everything just...shifted.
My whole life didn't revolve around my sisters anymore. It seemed to revolve around her.
Like she was the sun and I was the stupid earth rotating around her like a lovesick fool.
I cringe, those romance books are getting to my head.
But it scared me half to death.
To realize that there was someone else in my life I cared so much about.
And I want to fucking punch myself for everything I said.
Instead, though, I spent an hour driving around her neighborhood like an idiot, debating whether or not I should knock on her door.
The more I thought about it, the more I was leaning towards fuck no, but I couldn't stand the last three days without her.
Despite myself, I want her in my life.
And I know that stupid mess-ups were bound to happen, but I needed to apologize for this one.
I was angry at myself, and I hate that she was the one that had to experience it.
I need to apologize, even if that means she won't forgive me.
Which, I'll admit, would suck tremendously, but I wouldn't be able to be mad at her for it. Not by a long shot.
So I park my car and shake my doubts away, forcing my limbs to move and climb out of the driver seat.
I bite my tongue, afraid that if I speak she'll know how nervous I am. But maybe that's exactly what I need to let her know how much I really am sorry for fucking things up.
