I'm so sorry I haven't called. I know, I know, that's what they all say. But I'm actually sorry - I mean, I am writing you right? That's worth something right? The time we've had together has been special...sometimes really special. And not just physically, all the talking parts too. You're the first person I've ever opened up to, the first person I've been able to share with. I know you're thinking, then why did I leave? Why would I take what we had and throw it all away by not showing up for weeks at a time? Was there someone else? Am I leading two completely different lives? Am I really a secret agent? So many questions you must have. Well, unfortunately the answer is much simpler. I've had the plague. And believe me you don't want the plague. This is what my insides look like:
Disgusting eh? So you understand. It's not that I'm unfaithful, if anything, you should have been there for me. But I forgive you. Now go make me a pie, woman.
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