It's nearly 11 at night, and we're all still running about. By all I mean you, me, and the friend you're staying with. We're trying to find something to eat, because at this point we haven't eaten since the snacks we picked up at the store around lunch time. Your friend suggests going back to the room, so we do that. I haven't been in your hotel room yet, but I have met your friend's mom. I ask if its okay for me to come, and he reassures me that any friends of his are welcome. He also tells me that his mom welcomes all his friends, which is nice to hear. So I tag along, even though sometimes I still feel a little out of place.

Back in the room we meet another of his friends, and you hand him a bag of what looks to be sweets, saying something along the lines of for your family, because you've all been so nice. I think you notice me looking at the chocolate, and maybe you remember how much I like it, because you quickly turn back to your backpack and pull out another bag of chocolate, handing it to me. I don't even know what to say, because at this point words wouldn't suffice. You remembered me, you were thinking of me. I say thank you, but what I really want to do is tell you how much I don't deserve this, how much I don't deserve you.

I told you before that I'd bring you chocolate from this amazing chocolate shop in my town. They've got the best European chocolates I've ever tasted, and I distinctly remember you saying that chocolate is a sure way to your heart. And I promise I went there with every intention of buying you chocolate, but then I ran out of time, and I thought that you probably wouldn't even want to see me anyways.

But I couldn't look you in the eye and tell you that. So I lied.

I told you I went, and that it was closed, because it was the day after Christmas. It was that day, but I wouldn't know if it was closed or not, because I never went in. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that you did this for me and I couldn't even be bothered to walk the few measly steps into a store to get you some chocolate.

I don't deserve you, really I don't.

But maybe thats okay, because maybe you don't even want me anymore anyways.