I'm sorry,
RiRi.
I know. I said something stupid. Scroll — let me actually explain.
Can I have a minute?
I've been replaying it since it happened, and it still doesn't sound like me — because it isn't who I want to be with you. It was thoughtless, and you didn't deserve it. I'm sorry. Not because I got caught being an idiot, but because I hate that I made you feel anything less than completely loved.
Here's what's actually true, though: everything I do is for you. I try to be the best version of myself for you and be throughfull whenever I can. Also I'm not trying to overcomensate.
I hope you can forgive me. I know "sorry" means more when it comes with something to show for it, so — Sunday?
Date Night
One night. No overthinking. Just us.
Blue Lays, Takis, Gupshup peanuts, smoked apple cheese, Guinness, Riesling, gin & tonic, and Lola's cupcakes for dessert. Everything you like, already stocked.