My mistake

Oh man I think I’m ready. I hope when he looks at me he doesn’t see a mother. I’m not a mother. I’m only 26. I want a life. When I was 16 I made a mistake that I chose to live with, but know I quit. I love my mistake very much. I think he is old enough now to fend for himself now though. Twelve is old enough. Ding Dong… Oh he’s cute. I hope I don’t fall in these red stilettos. They make my legs look really good though! Who knows what this night will entail. We hop in his red, ’65 Camero. It’s gorgeous. Perfect condition. Oooo and a lot of power. I hope we go to a nice restaurant. Did I lock the front door? Damnit, did I lock it? Maybe my mistake will come down from his blessed room and see it unlocked and lock it. I hope so. This restaurant looks really fancy, and he is so cute. Walking through the restaurant doors reminds me of my front door. God I hope I locked it. The lighting in here is romantic and passionate. I love it. The food, the man, the restaurant are all amazing. I really want to go back to his place but I think I’ll ask him to take me home and call me tomorrow. I have to see if I locked that darn door. I always lock the door. This time I don’t remember though. The door is always locked. I never forget. He speeds back to my place. We do have an amazing kiss that kind of makes me forget that the large scarlet door in front on me might not be locked, and my mistake might be kidnapped or hurt. Oh that was an amazing kiss. He’s going to call me tomorrow! I look at this giant barrier in front of me and my hand floats to the door knob. Oh my God it’s not locked. I wish I could have flown up the stairs instead of ran up them. I wish I didn’t wear these damn shoes. I open his door. He’s sleeping. Everything is fine. I’m fine. He’s fine. We’re fine. Thank you God. I promise next time I will bolt the door shut.