On Friday, I planned on doing something cool for my act of love. Before I could, though, we got into a fight. To be honest, I think I was at fault because I handled a certain situation poorly.
While we were still mad at each other and in separate rooms, it came to my mind that I needed to commit my act of love for the day. That was a sinking feeling. I wanted to stay mad at you but I knew I couldn’t commit my act without dealing with our fight.
In the end, I decided to leave the act of love for another day and ask for your forgiveness for what I did. I figured that the act might be more enjoyable for the both of us when tensions weren’t so high.
So, I (almost literally) dragged myself to the room you were in, then sat there for a while mustering the courage to make up with you. My mind told me I needed to say something, but I couldn’t get my mouth to open or my tongue to move. Finally, I blurted something out simply to loosen up, then asked for your forgiveness for my part in the fight. Things weren’t exactly peachy after we made up, but at least we dealt with our spat.