Some of you may know that I was broken on Monday, felt horrible for the last four days. It took me hours to get over the thought of him not coming back. But I have faith that if he truly loved God, he’d come back, he’d tell me that he might have done wrong. I know that we both wronged each other, and I’m sorry. I feel like my life sucks, and it sucks bad. I don’t want fifty boyfriends by the time I’m done with my life. I am not exactly Emily Grierson in the story, “A Rose for Emily.” She tried to marry someone, but he said he “wasn’t a marrying man” so she killed the guy. Kind of weird how that went. …
But I wouldn’t kill someone for not marrying me. But I can’t live with a broken heart all the time. It just can’t happen anymore. Not anymore.
And I have a final word for the man I love: just feel free to knock down the building, come back, say something to me, come back I beg you. Trust me, I know it hurts, but let it go. It’s gonna be all right, I’m here to accept you back. I will even if you say I’m a damn blown up weak bitch who doesn’t deserve love. But you know? You know I will take your advice. Just at the moment you broke it with me, then I wasn’t sure what to do then. Feel free to come in, the door is always open. Love you.