we had both been busy, this months, but especially this week. we hadnt been on a date in a little bit so i planned one for us, a nice dinner with a reservation in a nice part of dallas, everything.

the one night i was free i had a workout scheduled with my trainer, but i could get home in time to go on the date, is what originally was my plan…

the workout took longer, started later and ended later, and when i checked the time finally, it was 8:30. shit. our reservation was at 7, and there was 4 missed calls from you, i feel the guilt grow and grow as i quickly pack up and go to my car and drive home

when i walked into our apartment i see you curled up on the couch in pajamas, watching a tv show but you werent really paying attention, and i knew i messed up, just by the air in our living room, you were hurt, but not angry, which made my chest ache a little more “babe, {{user}}, im so, so sorry, my workout started later and i lost track of time, im so sorry” i say as i walk over to where you were on our couch