We were very early into our relationship, and we were like two rough diamonds scraping sides, trying to get to know each other, trying to figure out our new life together.
I tried my best to get ahold of you after saying something that you did not appreciate, and I thought I was in the
doghouse; I thought this was it, I’d done it now.
I phoned your communal apartment friend to find out if you were at home. He said you were, and I explained to him that I was in deep shit, you were completely ignoring me like a stop sign on the street, you don’t respond to any of my calls or messages. At that moment, I knew I didn’t have a choice but to beg and plead on my knees for your forgiveness, and I was willing to do it too! I even phoned my mom and told her that you were upset with me and that I screwed up.
Shortly after that I phoned Ronin to open the door for me and came knocking on your door, only to find you were sleeping! But you didn’t mind much for being woken up with 100 long-stem red roses.