Voodou Barbie

And he had walked out like *she* was the risky one.

The realization made him feel like the biggest ungrateful asshole alive. He had never even offered her the keys to his own apartment. She had taken every emotional risk while he held back. The guilt twisted deeper.

*She didn’t have to choose me. She could’ve had anyone. But she chose me.*

He picked up his phone again, eyes blurry, and typed from the deepest part of his heart.

**Eric:** I love you.

Her reply came after a few minutes.

**Kayla:** right 👍 after 1 week

His chest ached. He doubled down.

**Eric:** I do… I really do, Kayla.

**Kayla:** okay, me too

It wasn’t enough. He could feel the hurt and hesitation behind her short words. Eric sat there in the heavy silence for a long time, heart pounding with love, regret, and desperate hope.

He wasn’t going to let this slip away without fighting for it.

He booked an Uber and promised the driver a big tip if he waited outside the stores. First stop: a flower shop where he bought two dozen long-stem red roses. Then he sat in the back of the car and poured his entire heart into a card, writing slowly and carefully:

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*Kayla,

I’ve been an idiot and a coward. These past two days without you have shown me how empty everything feels now. You didn’t just give me sex you gave me warmth, laughter, peace, good food, and real affection. You opened your home and your body to me with no games, no conditions. You trusted me when I didn’t fully trust you back.

I got scared because it all felt too good too fast. I let my insecurities ruin something beautiful. I’m so sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for walking out. I miss waking up next to you. I miss your head on my chest and your thick thigh across me. I miss *you*.

I love you. Not just the incredible way you fuck me, but you the real Kayla. If you’ll still have me, I want to do this right. I want to build with you.

Your Boston boy who knows he fucked up,

Eric*

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Next, he stopped at Kay Jewelers and bought a delicate white gold promise ring with a small sparkling diamond — simple, sincere, meaningful.

Now the Uber was gliding through the streets of Little Haiti, the evening sun painting the colorful murals and palm trees in warm golden light. Eric sat in the back seat holding the bouquet of roses, the heartfelt card, and the small jewelry box, his heart hammering against his ribs with nervous hope and deep regret.