Jack.
I was stupid to think that the only surprise he would have for me might be a proposal. I know I have mentioned it times without a number that I wasn't interested in a wedding but a big part of me wanted a proposal. I wanted to go back on all I have said about weddings.
I wanted him to propose but all he did was step on me, remind me that I am useless.
"Wait," I don't turn around as he grabs my arm to stop me from leaving. Now he wants to talk about the fact that he doesn't even believe that I can get a fucking job on my own. He doesn't think anything of me. He doesn't believe in me one bit.
"Look at me Jack, come on" he walks over to me but I shift my eyes from him. He is not going to act like he didn't just stab me a million times right now. "I am sorry for whatever I did. Just talk to me.''
He doesn't even know what he did.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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