I have been so silly. I let myself get so worked up about Bacon, I became crazy. Blinded by pain I snooped around and didn’t allow myself to trust him. I can admit now that I was wrong. Bacon was being weird because, well, he was planning a proposal. He bought me a ring! And chocolates, lingerie… To think he would cheat on me with my best friend, Frenchie… I just… I don’t know what I was thinking. When Bacon proposed I told him I’d have to think about it. Not because I don’t love him, but because I’m not sure if I am emotionally mature enough to take this relationship to the next level. Trust is big. Trust is the foundation of any loving relationship. And I need to love and trust myself before I can love and trust someone else.
Here’s hoping he’ll wait for me. Happy Valentine’s Day, me.
Did I just read a fanfiction of eggs and bacon?
Dennys, are you okay?