Eddy
It has been three days and I still haven't been able to reach my fiancee. Each time I walk through the door knowing she wouldn't be home hits at my heart.
I find myself sitting and looking at the door hoping she would walk in and we could talk about everything.
I still I'm trying, I'm trying to remember how the f**k that thing ended in our laundry basket, I didn't do it, I had no clue what was happening, but she wouldn't believe me. Why would she?
If I should put myself in her shoes I don't really know how I was going to react. Finding a guy's boxer in our laundry basket that wasn't mine, I don't really know how I was going to take that, so I understand her anger, but I was scared, I was really scared of losing her.
She wouldn't pick up my calls nor reply to my messages, I didn'
