Bing was in bed asleep. And I managed to shower, shave and pick up the house. I dropped down on the sofa with my phone and started making an apology.
I don't expect you to say anything to me. What I did was beyond wrong. It was a complete fucking asshole move. And I'm an asshole. I don't deserve you and your friendship.
I want you to know that I'm sorry because that's the only thing that matters to me. I am sorry for making you feel what happened to you was anything other than awful.
Wilder
I hit send, and I went to bed. My gut was full of stress and booze probably. I was too afraid to be by my phone because I didn't know what scared me more—her not replying or her replying.
YOU ARE READING
Even Wilder
RomanceI close my eyes hoping it will pass. When I open them back up-I'm still lost in it. Love is an explosion you can't contain. Love is the impact after the bang. Love is going to destroy us. I have never fit in. Insignificant. Quiet. Alone. That's me...
