Rose's POV
1 week later
I sat at the coffee shop all by myself, enjoying the hot and or simply just clearing my head.
For the past week James has been calling, me and honestly besides the truck of roses and cheesy written poems, written by him I wouldn’t know where to begin.
I couldn’t help it but I missed my husband. I called James about 20 minutes ago and as I looked out the window of the coffee shop, he was just arriving.
He walked into the coffee shop as his face lit up as he saw me arrive. He pulled out a chair opposite mine and sat down.
“Rose I don’t want this marriage to end please, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and –“
"Okay James I forgive you ".
“Yeah I’m a bad husband and all”
“James I said I’ve forgiven you”
I couldn't explain myself. I couldn't put into words how
