I am so sorry for everything that happened. And I understand that you don't want to deal with me for a while, and I had every intention of leaving you alone, but things changed. I wouldn't be able to stand myself if you went in for surgery and we were still fighting. You know the old wives tale about tying up your lose ends...
If you really don't want anything to do with me anymore, then you can simply ignore this, and come Thursday when I haven't heard from you, I will know. But I wouldn't sleep right at night knowing that I hadn't at least made the effort to patch things over before.
I love you with all my heart. I know it's been hard the past six weeks, but I'm just scared and lonely. I'm 236 miles away from home - away from you, and Mama, and all the rest of my friends. And I'm terrified. Somehow, all that fear and whatnot boiled out onto you, because you were my safe place. You were where I could go, and I knew that it was all going to be ok, and that you would always be there for me. I shouldn't have placed so much responsibility on you, I'm so sorry.
I'm not going to lie, I'm hurt by this. But you're too important to me to let you just walk away from me. Today is Tuesday, the 29th. If you want to talk things over, and make up, please text me, call me, skype me, IM me, Facebook message me - anything. If not, then you'll never hear from me again, I promise. Please talk to me.
Love, always and forever,
Homegirl.
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