From the first texts we exchanged, I was head over heels for you. Every thing you said made me sink deeper and deeper into this pit called Love. Out of the blue, you decided I wasn’t good enough. You moved on to some twig bitch who’d satisfy your every need. Strike one. That didn’t work out for you, so you came back. I forgave you easily and accepted you back into my life. Then it happened again. Another new girl, no warning. Strike two. A month passed, and last night you decided to come back. My heart immediately wanted to forgive you, but my head told me otherwise. I strung you out for a little while, but in the end, you convinced me to forgive you. I believe you when you say you’re sorry. Is this forever or will it be your third strike?