Y/P/N is your pet's name
"You weren't there for me when I needed you Steve!" I scream. We'd been having this extremely important argument for about ten minutes. "I needed you when Y/P/N died. I've been really hurting lately, and you don't seem to care, or even be here. And when you were here, you weren't. Tell me what's wrong."
"There's nothing wrong."
"There must be something." I scoff. "Unless your always this cold."
"I'm working on it." He tells me.
My anger's multiplying quickly. "Doesn't seem like it Steve," my voice cracking. I was going to start crying, "baby, I needed you this week. With Y/P/N, and with work being stressful ..."
He tries to approach me, to hug me, but I step away. He then inches closer, and I let him touch me. He wraps his arms around me, and I cry while mine are hugging myself. He guides us to the couch, and we sit down. Sitting with each other for a few seconds, I feel the warmth of my boyfriend again. The coldness of these past few days has vanished. I smile slightly as Steve pulls away from our embrace.
He starts talking, "I know I have been kind of distant. And I know now that I wasn't here for you recently." He explains, his eye contact was strong and they glistened apologetically. "I've made many mistakes lately, you don't need to remind me. Being dumb and acting immature is something that I struggle with, clearly." I chuckle, tears still shining. "I've been taking your love, and not giving it back when it was needed the most. Is it too much to ask if we can start over? Can we just get past this?"
I left him waiting for a few seconds, pretending I'm thinking about it. Of course I'm going to forgive him. "Of course I forgive you Steve. Let's start over."
He smiles at me, and we kiss. I'm so glad that I finally am getting this stuff off my chest.
