The sky around me is not falling.
The people I care about are healthy.
I’m healthy.
I’m doing well in life.
I had a woman who loved me for me, even the ugly parts.
Had.
But would have again.
“I don’t know what I can do to make it right with Mia, but I’m not gonna give up. I love her,” I announced into our circle.
Tate smacked me on the back in a loving,proud of youway.
“Go bring me my daughter-in-law back.” Tink let us go and gave me a wink. Then, she turned to get back to the bar. Satisfied that I’d seen the light.
I had.
Tate punched me in the arm when we were standing apart again. A hit for the one I’d given him back in Utah.
“All right, we’re even now.” I raised my eyebrow in challenge. If he hit me again, I’d hit him back, and we’d really have some fun then.
“Even. Now, how are you planning to make up with Mia?” Then, he and Callum threw out ideas to help me reconcile for my shitty behavior. But none of them felt right.
Maybe, after sleeping this off and doing some self-care in the morning, it would come to me. I just prayed to whatever god or being in the universe that Mia would give me the chance to win her heart back, to prove that I would take care of it this time.
