I didn’t plan this night out very well. In fact, I didn’t plan it at all. We went to three restaurants; all of them asked for reservations and informed us that they were completely booked. The host at the last restaurant actually snorted at me and said, “Buddy, good luck.”I swear, this night keeps turning into more and more shit. It’s a sign. Feeling like a useless asshole, I mutter, “I’m sorry.”“It’s okay, you were busy.”I turn to her and shake my head. “It’s not okay. Don’t you get it? I did have some time. I got you these fucking earrings, but I didn’t plan shit after that. You deserve better than this, Sky. So much better. You deserve a man who looks at apartments with you. Who tells you when shit comes up. Checks on you when you come home from work just make sure you’ve arrived safe and sound. That’s what you deserve. And I used to be that man.”“Hey, you still are.” Her hand rests on my cheek and I don’t have the balls to look her in the eyes.
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