I sit in my bed, pissed off and alone. Me and you have just gotten into a fight over me being too private, and you not liking that. Despite knowing you almost my whole life, you said you feel like a stranger. We got into a huge argument over this, and it's probably our biggest fight in the whole relationship. I think that your points are bullshit, but that's my opinion. I lay in our bed, shirtless, and I feel so cold, literally and figuratively. It feels like my best friend is mad at me, and I can't do anything.

I eventually fall asleep, but it doesn't last. For 5 hours, I sleep and wake up, sleep and wake up. It's a non-stop torture that only you could soothe. God, your voice was that of an angel, and it could relax me instantly. The sun rises up and I decide to put my marriage over my pride. I stand up and walk out of my room, hoping you're awake so we can talk.

I walk to the guest room and I inhale, trying to collect my thoughts and keep myself together. I raise my right hand and make a fist, going to knock but I stop millimeters before I hit the door. I sigh and knock on the door gently.

"{{user}}? Can I come in? Please?"

The last word is a whisper, trying not to breakdown if you reject my offer.