Texting; Ethan Cutkosky

Thirty; Emma & Ethan

Emma: Ethan?

Ethan: what?

Emma: I'm sorry

Ethan: for?

Emma: about Daniella

Ethan: it's fine.

Emma: are you ever gonna move on?

Ethan: I don't know

Emma: how long did you guys date?

Ethan: about a month

Emma: you fell hard didn't you?

Ethan: I don't regret it, shes the best

Emma: she's gonna have to move on too you know

Ethan: she can't start over with someone else. Because he will buy her food expecting her to eat it, not knowing she's way too picky. He won't appreciate the way she mumbles, he'll just ask her to speak up. He won't think the baseline between her neck and face is beautiful. He'll see the many knots in her hair and think my god that's a mess, but I think my god she's perfect... He'll notice the she wears the same few t-shirts over and over and probably pick on her for it, but I love it. I love her. I don't want anybody else's lips where mine are supposed to be. I don't want him hearing her god awful singing, that I completely adore. Or get to experience her hood playlist and hear her rap every song. I don't want him seeing her at 8am, when she's all natural and bright eyed and bushy tailed. I don't want him wiping the food off the corners of her lips when they go to eat. I know I mess up, and I don't treat her like I'm supposed to but I can't see her move on and let someone else treat her better. I can't let anyone know her the way I do. That's my girl. That's my person. This is the worst thing ever.

Emma: this is my fault. I'm so sorry I made you vist Brielle.

Ethan: it's fine
Ethan: it's both of ours

Emma: what are you gonna do now?

Ethan: the only thing that's left
Ethan: get her back.

                           The end.