It’s just when things go bad, when you get sick of me or I piss you off it’s going to hurt a lot worse this time around. And I’ll be out in my truck again.

I can start with clothes and a toothbrush. A change of clothes means I don’t have to rush out so early in the mornings.

Yes, Max. God, I want that. I need to feel you. To be inside you. I don’t know how we did it for this long. We spent so long pushing each other away, being angry with each other we couldn’t see what was missing this whole time.