Alisson~
A year of working through it, of self-loathing, of trying to stay on my feet without stumbling. I hate that it took this long, I hate that I couldn't be strong enough to heal from it quicker.
Despite the wall I put up, Brent took his time with me and my heart aches from how much I miss him.
He's sent messages every month, he's called and left voicemails being a god sent saint.
My hands hover over the call button but I hesitate, what if he's moved on and he doesn't want me anymore?
I settle with texting instead.
Me: I might die of a cold soon.
His response is almost immediate.
Brent: I was thinking of using the jacuzzi today after work, to get some heat in.
Bingo! That's it.
Me: That's a brilliant idea.
Brent: Exactly.
Me: Do you still go home for lunch?
Brent: Yeah
