#blakegreerr

I like you || I love you || You’re one of my best friends || You’re like family || You are family || I dislike you || I hate you || I’d kill you if I got the chance || I want you to like me || I’m scared of you || I would adopt you || I’d date you || I’d sleep with you || I’d marry you || I’m worried about you || You confuse me || You’re annoying || I pity you || I respect you || I trust you || I feel protective of you || I’d invite you with me to parties || I’d lend you my money || I’d borrow your money || You’re good-looking || I’m suspicious of you || I’m hiding something from you || You’re fun || You’re boring || I’m upset with you || You’re nice || You’re mean || I’m envious of you || You’re smart || You’re stupid || I look up to you || I think you’re a better person than me || I think I’m a better person than you || I want to apologize to you || I wish I’d never met you || I never want to forget you || I want to get to know you better

On a scale of one to ten-- of bad ideas, this was most certainly a 20. Once Jasmin made one horrible decision, it was inevitable that another came along. The girl was impulsive and utterly reckless. Nevertheless, she stood outside of Blake's apartment. Taking a deep breath, she let herself in as she'd done many times. The difference was that they weren't just exes but now divorced. Shoving her hand through her hair, she cleared her throat. “Uh, Blake?”

Jasmin: i want to see you.

The hostel she was staying at was only a block or two from the pub. A smile adorned her face the whole walk there. Not even the angry old lady at the front desk could put a damper on her mood. When she entered the room, she was relieved to find everyone was still out. Most wouldn’t be back until sunrise. Quickly she put on something more comfortable-- settling on one of Blake’s old college hoodies and a pair of boxers once she finally made the call. Her face lit up the moment she spotted her-- somehow still-- wife. “Blake,” she cheekily greeted, crinkling her nose. 

Jasmin: Of course, I am. You don't have to worry.

Sober. Jasmin was completely sober as she walked into the room. Tapping lightly on the door, she suddenly felt out of her element. She was the intruder now. Not a single person in that room liked her now. But that hadn’t stopped her as she entered. Her ring was still on her finger with no intention of removing it. “I can’t lose you,” she stated, not beating around the bush. “I won’t. I’m sorry.” @blakegreerr​

Alex: Any chance we'll be able to meet up and finish what we started?