Back To You
She lays at my side, keeping good distance between us, thank fully.
"Starting over." I say, facing her.
"Why?" She asks, hands on her stomach.
"I messed up the last time, I really fucked up, and paid the price with every agonising second I spent apart from you. I don't want to ruin this, I am willing to pick up the pieces, and mend us, because we can be great, wonderful, hence the need to start over." I say.
She looks at me and says "We messed up, not just you. This starting over, what does it entail."
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