I woke up to a text from her, saying she’d been up all night crying and was just really confused last night. She still didn’t explain why. But said that if I was willing, she wanted to come down to my apartment and talk about it.
I just kind of set my phone on my face in bed and groaned. Like, I really like this girl. She’s sexy and cute and lovey a good amount of the time. But she has some weird demons inside that mess up her head. I figured I’d hear her out, because I’m always so curious what someone has to say in that situation.
So I invited her down and we sat on the couch. She just explained that work was really stressful, that she just needed a minute to get her priorities straight. That she shouldn’t have taken everything out on me. That I should be the one she goes to when she’s stressed, instead of running away.
I voiced my concern that she’d have another bad day and leave me again. That she should only be with me if she truly wants to and sees us working out.
With that, she scootched over to me on the couch, put her arms around me and said that I was all she wanted. We kissed and were back together.