11 de abril del 2018, miércoles
Fitz and I have been on the phone since Sunday night.
He hates that I left the apartment.
I tell him I needed the space- that I am broken and need time to clear my thoughts because I don’t like the paranoid, jealous girlfriend I’ve become.
I told him I left because I love him and I wanted to get back to the best version of myself to salvage our love, our relationship, and our future.
He says he understands.
I miss him.
Get ready for work.
6:00am-Drive to our apartment parking garage.
I have time to sneak up and give him a kiss and say good morning.
6:10am– Walk up the stairs because the elevator takes too long.
Walk through the hallway-it is quiet.
I see a piece of trash that belongs to a corner of Marley’s cat food bag- I smile.
Put the key in lock.
His keys are on the hook- he is home.
Turn on kitchen light.
I see his shoes are neatly placed near the bookcase.
Why are there girl’s shoes next to his?
No one is on the couch.
They are both on the bed
Under my comforter.
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