43. Crazy Confessions

“Sugar plum.” he called out. My heart softened a bit at his voice. I admired the way that nick name rolled off his tongue. I also admired his angelic face, his presence, the fact that he helped me numerous times. I wished to thank him for everything presently.

For making me feel like I was more when people thought I had nothing. It meant so much to me. And, I really wanted to.

But I needed to listen to what he had to say.

“I’m sorry, sugar plum.” he started out, with a lost look on his features. His face held a sober look, making me wonder what was wrong. My brows cringed immediately, that instant at what was happening.

Why was he apologizing for nothing? I certainly don’t remember him annoying or pissing me off, so why was he apologizing?

“I don’t understand. Why would you be? I’m the one who should be sorry. I missed the date that day not you.” I constructed out, telling him.

I hadn’t even told him the reason why I missed the date. An