Fridge

[for the record, this is 100% fiction]

i opened the fridge at about 4am. sometimes i wake up real thirsty, so this was a run for a drink. i opened the fridge, and that cool blue light shone out of it. i was still in a daze, and not thinking clearly from being tired, which is probably why i stopped short when i saw the letter you had left me earlier that day. it was illuminated by the fridges light. i stopped short, and forgot about my drink. i thought about the way you cried, and the way you said you were sorry, and the way you said you loved me, and then the way i walked away from you, and left you there crouched on the ground sobbing. you let me down, and i was angry, and you probbaly even deserved it. but as i stood there in the dark, looking at that letter you delivered to me, and remembering everyhting you said...and i didnt want to lose you. maybe it was the delerium of sleep, maybe it was an honest to god guilt but i wanted to take eveything i said back. i couldnt throw it away. even if you couldnt be truste,d even if you put that doubt in my mind, its better than nohting at all. and i needed you back. thats why i came to you the next morning, and thats why i kissed you. just in case you were wondering.