It was 3 years ago I invited you to stay with me in the Golden State, so you could escape some maniac in Florida. Who ever thought we would end up in a romantic relationship.
In those 3 years, I don't ever remember telling you I loved you, not even once.
I took you with me to Citrus Heights, and told you not to worry. Quit your job kiddo, take your time finding another, I'm working nothing but state jobs now and making enough.
2 months later I'm unemployed, my savings draining daily. Guess what, now I don't have enough money to pay both of our bills. I failed.
It's good that you have loving parents who have offered to bail you out.
In 2 weeks you'll be back under their roof, enjoying their hospitality.
I'll be back here in Citrus Heights wondering how I went wrong, suffering for a time until I can come to terms with it all.
I suppose it's a hell of a time to say it, but
I love you
and I will miss you dearly.
Bye bye Danielle.