You Are Mad at Me

Let me guess, I pulled an Andrewmantha? I am so sorry, baby, and I’m dumb.

I am sorry for making you feel the way you felt, and I hope that you are able to forgive me.

All I ask for is for us not to go to sleep after an argument; I would really love for us to be able to talk things out and fix them.

I know that I can be difficult at times, and I’m sorry. I have no excuse, and I promise to be better for you, my baby.

I will be sure to give Andrew a hot slap for making you mad.

I love you, baby.