by Piper W.

“I wish you loved me.”
“Well, I wish you didn’t love me. Things would be easier for both of us that way.”
You always gawk at me and I admire that about you but we don’t work. You always brood and that makes you flit and you have changed so much since we first met.

I do not know if I can take this anymore. Our relationship is a dearth but I can’t put my finger on why. Lately your voice has been shrill and you’ve been rude to me.
“I love you, in a really really big, pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.”

I will always love you, but will you always love me? I know you are in love with Addison even while we were dating, but now we are married and I wanted that to make you love me but that did not happen. So go, go to Addison and tell her you love her.

Wait. Derek. Stay. Let’s get married and have kids. I am thinking of three kids. I think if one is a boy, Baily, if a girl, Ellis, after my mother who I hate but I saw her when I was dead and when she was dead and she was the one who pushed me to live and Denny did too, and I think we should adopt if we can’t get pregnant. Addison can be with anyone except you and Mark because Mark is in love with Lexi and you are in love with me but you don’t want to tell me but I know.

So? What do you say?