Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson

28.

28.09.15.

I woke up to an empty bed and the smell of

cupcakes,

and with that I threw off my sheets and

walked into the kitchen to meet

my beautiful husband, awake,

in his pajamas,

in front of the oven and I wanted to walk up to him

and hug him from behind because I was

so happy that he was here

but he turned around, eyebrows down.

He was mad,

very, very mad.

And according to him,

that was my fault.

I'm sorry, Lou, I am.

Explain to me, what I did

wrong

because you telling me that you're cross with me

and us

and life

is hard to be the cause of and

I want to make it up to you, really do.

Greetings,

H.T.