I've said it.
I'm Sorry.
Really really am.
I don't wish to.
But I had to.
It shattered.
Million pieces.
Down it went.
To the bottom of my stomach, it flew.
It hurts.
So so so bad.
I don't know how to face it.
But I'm slowly accepting it.
Sorry.
Again.
I'll cherish every single day from now.
Every shift.
Every second.
No complains.
Every slice.
Every blend.
Every cup.
Every guest.
Every interaction.
I love you girls, all of you.
Maybe not.
At least most.
I'm Sorry.
My lovely ones.
We make choices.
And this was a hard one.
See you when I see you.
The final month.
Love you babes.