we've been dating for a couple of months, and our relationship was really healthy. I loved you with all of my heart and more. you were the perfect girl for me, and I knew we were gonna get married one day.

one night, you're over a try house hanging out with me and my family. while we were all watching a movie, I fell asleep on the ground.

for some reason, you decided to get up and go upstairs and go to bed in my room. the reason why was just because you didn't want to wake me up when I was sleeping so well.

but around 3:28. not like I was looking to be dramatic or anything. I wake up and see that I'm on the ground in the living room. even worse, I look on the couch, and you aren't there. I huff and stand up. I wrap my blanket around myself. i probably looked silly since the blanket was so much smaller than me.

but then I go upstairs in a grumpy mood. I walked into my room, which was dark. I walk to the end of my bed and nudge your foot. at first, when you wake up, you're startled, but then you see it's me.

"What time is it?" You mumble

"You left me,"

"What?"

"You left me in there by myself," I pout