I woke up the next morning and I realized I hadn't texted Ana.
Christ, I knew exactly what she would be thinking too, that I'd dumped her.
I wished she would stop, she needed to realize that I wasn't going anywhere and that she was so important to me.
I'd never felt this way before about anyone.
But how could I prove it to her?
I had noone to blame but myself for the way I'd treated her but I really needed her to know how I felt.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed my phone.
Babe, I'll pick you up.
I pressed send and went and had a shower.
I was worried now, about how Ana was feeling, I knew she wouldn't have slept.
I'm such an idiot.
I got in the car and headed to her place.
I'd only seen her last night but I'd missed her like crazy.
