So here we are dec. 16. 2018. Sunday
I've spent two days at my mom's. U meant to only spend one but I got suckered into another. I feel like shit I've been the worst boyfriend to her . I'm either not saying or doing what needs to be said or done. Or I'm doing to much to spend time with her.
We're moving at the end of the month and when I'm not with her I'm working or packing. If I had four more hours in a day I'd take her to the movies. To dinner. And give her the best candle lit love she'd ever seen but I can't push myself hard enough for that. And I've been up till 4:00 for weeks.
I miss her so much. I don't deserve her she's so fucking perfect and I never do enough for her. But I do cherish the few things we have done
