I hope your mind calms some after I poked that festering wound in your head. I know I fucked up by encouraging you to go to Vegas because I wanted some alone time with you; yes, I admit it. I have several times in this document. And I knew you needed a chance to yell at me for it, to lance that wound. So I waited until we were ‘alone’ enough together to apply that lance. I suspect I'll have to use it a few more times before the infection Is gone from your thoughts, but it will never leave mine. I fucked up, I didn't listen when you said you didn't want to go, because all I could think about was being able to spend some time alone with you. Not for sex, or much else, but so you could sleep, maybe cuddling, so you could feel safe enough to really sleep. With no responsibilities to wake up to, for a day or two. That was all I could think of, how tired you were and how much you wanted to sleep, so I sought that with a fever that prevented me from hearing ‘I don't want to go..’ and for that, I am sorry. I forced you into a bad situation that only got worse…
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