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this isn't about me. I mean not how I see it. It's us. just tell me what I did wrong. I'm not sure why you feel like I don't want this anymore, I really do. I'm just scared to lose you. Why not just make Monday our last ditch effort? Then we'll go from there?
I had a crazy thought today that if we had a boy his name would be Chance Blythe Pennington. Only because you and I had the guts and the heart to take a chance when the impossible was beating down our door. Stupid I know. If you don't want to come home I won't make you. I'd understand.