Kenzie

My apartment is beginning to look like a florist shop! Nicholas has been sending me flowers every day this week; each beautiful floral arrangement comes with the same card that reads “I’m sorry; call me.” If I knew what to say to him, I would call him. If I thought he knew what he was apologizing for, I would call him. I don’t think he understands how or why what he did upsets me. Hell, I don’t fully understand myself why it bothered me so much. I’ve been trying to figure that out all week. On one hand, I can see why maybe he felt obligated to pay me....