I don't know what to even say, because I know sorry doesn't cover it. I don't want to think this was a mistake. I know it wasn't, at least to me. I didn't mean to care. To love you. Too be in love with you. I was only supposed to be the other woman, but the more I was around you, the more I grew to find myself wanting to see more, wanting to be there for you. I found myself doing things because of you, for you and with you. I was inspired by you, wanting to be more.
Getting pregnant with Ryan was supposed to bring us closer, even with the ground rules laid down, we aren't together, I tried. I tried to not be emotional, or to fall even more in love with you, but telling your heart not to do that, is a crock of shit. I tried not to care when you slept with Claire. A lot of couples have open relationships, but then I remembered, we aren't a couple. I tried so hard to keep that in mind. I'm human, Rhett. I was hurting, and I went and slept with Lance. I shouldn't have. I have regretted it every day since we did. We're friends, I was hurting, he was there.
It was eating away at me, I had to tell you, because I want more. Wanted more. I want you. I want US. I want to be a family. If I can't have it, I may as well not even be around, because seeing you, and knowing I can't have you, will kill me every day that I can't have you. You think I'll just get over it? Not when I look at our son every day and know that I fucked up the one chance I had with his father.
If you can ever forgive me, go to Prom. I'll be there, waiting. If you don't show by 12am, then I'll know your answer.